When the black smoke dispersed, the entire scene was deathly silent.
Whether it was the people from the Dan God Sect or those under King Qin.
Even Hu Lu was dumbfounded.
He looked at the paper man that had dissolved into a talisman, then glanced at the long knife on the ground, feeling a shiver run down his spine—a chilling sensation inexplicably rushed to his heart.
"Who are you?" Hu Lu struggled to raise his head, as if he was for the first time genuinely interested in the name Ye Guichen.
Or perhaps, he wanted to know what kind of expert in this world could defeat the Ghost Slave that he had painstakingly refined.
No, it seemed it hadn't been killed!
Hu Lu quickly sensed something was amiss.
If it had really been killed, the paper man would have turned to ashes.
However, the paper man hadn't, which meant only one possibility—the soul of that Foundation Establishment expert had been extracted.
But how could that be possible?
