The hollow shell immediately collapsed onto the ground like discarded clothing.
Floating silently above it was a ball of green, ghostly fire.
Within the flames, a distorted human face slowly emerged.
Much to everyone's shock, that face was none other than… Wu Taeyong.
The soul fire slowly opened its eyes.
That cold and sinister face, filled with madness, appeared before them.
"...Is that..." One elder felt goosebumps spread across his entire body, "His soul?"
"Ah!" A female elder beside him instinctively screamed.
"A ghost!"
Hidden among the surrounding cultivators, Su Mo narrowed his eyes.
His expression had become unusually solemn.
'Why can his soul survive without a body?'
Yang Qingxi, who sensed his thoughts, immediately transmitted her voice.
["Su Mo, do you have a way to destroy souls?"]
Su Mo remained silent for a brief moment.
Then he replied, ["...No."]
His eyes never left Wu Taeyong.
["But I refuse to believe a technique like this comes without a price."]
