Ye Fei’s eyes narrowed as he blocked Ye Yu's attack effortlessly. With a swift motion, he extended his right hand like lightning, grabbing Ye Yu by the throat.
Ye Yu's face contorted in shock. He tried to evade by bending backward, but Ye Fei was too fast. Before he could react, Ye Fei had him by the neck, lifting him effortlessly.
Even as he struggled, Ye Yu could hardly believe what was happening. Was this the same Ye Fei, the supposedly weak boy he had always underestimated?
Ye Fei tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Ye Yu’s throat until his face turned purple. "Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you live!" Ye Fei demanded. He knew the odds were slim, but there was still a faint hope. Perhaps the information he had on the poison was outdated, and the Evil God Organization had developed an antidote since then.