He called out for help to his fellow disciples repeatedly, but unfortunately, at this moment, his fellow disciples were also unable to protect themselves. He only had time to shout twice before the strange sword came at his throat like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole. The moment the sword's light flashed, he felt a chill at his throat. When he tried to speak again, he could only open and close his lips, as blood was bubbling from his throat!
At this moment, Pu Yanlan had already slipped to the side of the middle-aged man's corpse. One hand reached into the heart of the middle-aged man. Her fair white palm plunged directly into the flesh and blood, yet not a drop of blood flowed out. When she withdrew her hand, there was a soulless expression on her palm. Pu Yanlan asked,
"Where are the souls you've collected?"
The middle-aged man thought blankly for a long while and then slowly said,
"In... in the cabins..."
