Chapter 4569: Can’t Survive Editor: Misty Cloud Translations With his arm torn off, the Ruan family Patriarch’s screams were cut short as a leg was also severed. His body twitched violently, unable to even utter a whimper. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂 The wolf paw pressed down on his chest, ensuring he wouldn’t escape death. As the old man gasped, a ball of light, his Nascent Soul, attempted to flee. “Trying to escape? Hmph!” Silver Wolf lunged, devouring the Nascent Soul in one gulp. The Immortal Sect members swallowed hard, their pale faces betraying their shock. Silver Wolf turned to the City Lord. “Have your men gather everything from the bodies and give it to my master.” “Yes, yes…!” The City Lord stammered, wiping his brow. He felt the oppressive pressure lift and quickly ordered his men to collect the items, handing them to Hao’er. Under Silver Wolf’s watchful gaze, no one dared to hesitate. After the items were given to Hao’er, the City Lord had the bodies removed. Hao’er took two cosmos sacks and handed them to the City Lord. “Consider the contents of these sacks as thanks for your hospitality.” The City Lord, about to decline, saw Hao’er’s gaze and quickly accepted. “Thank you, Young Master.” “Let’s go,” Hao’er said to the sect members. “Do you travel by sword or flying artifact?” “By sword,” the Sect Master replied. “We can bring you along on our sword.” “Then we’ll trouble you,” Hao’er said. He didn’t want to fly himself, and this way, he would save energy as well. He glanced at Silver Wolf, who transformed into a ray of light and entered his body. The sect members breathed a sigh of relief and took to the sky, heading towards their sect. The bloody scene had deterred anyone from causing trouble. The overwhelming power of Silver Wolf had left them terrified. The children arrived at the sect and settled in, awaiting the arrival of the Upper Realm envoys. Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Mo Ze continued to endure his heavenly lightning tribulation. A lightning strike each day caused him immense pain and injury. On the mountain, Feng Jiu watched Xuanyuan Mo Ze, his body covered in wounds. Her heart ached. “He won’t survive this….” Feng Jiu murmured to herself, her voice hoarse. She turned to Old Man Tianji. “He’s going to die, isn’t he? That’s why you’re here?” Old Man Tianji remained silent, sighing softly. Feng Jiu gritted her teeth. “I won’t let him die! If he can’t stop the tribulation, I’ll take the rest of the lightning for him!”