Ye Qingying was in the backyard.
Upon hearing the elusive flute music, Ye Qingying completely lost his rationality.
His eyes were a gory red, his pupils murky and devoid of any sheen.
It was evident that he had been thoroughly controlled by the Poisonous Insect Poison.
There were two red marks on his wrist, clearly from being bound by chains.
But by now, he had already torn the chains apart.
Although the Poisonous Insect Poison had muddled his mind and seized his consciousness, it pushed his martial arts power to the extreme.
Feng Jinrui was entangled with him, but it was clear that Jinrui was no match for him.
Just as Ye Qingying's palm was about to land on Feng Jinrui, Leng Ji and Jingri, who had just arrived, leaped forward, attempting to restrain him from behind.
However, Ye Qingying's power was beyond their reach at this moment, and he suddenly turned his head back, his eyes an even more frightening shade of blood red.