"Master, this person's body, bones, and bloodline have already collapsed, leaving only a remnant soul."
The two old men exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Although their skills were not lacking, it was a pity they could not save Wu Zhao, whose heart meridians had already been severed.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and walked forward, his gaze falling on Wu Zhao.
He didn't need to investigate to know that Wu Zhao's body was already dead.
If he were a sage-level cultivator, he could rely on his powerful soul force to be reborn.
If he were at the Divine level, there were plenty of mystic techniques to reconstruct his body.
But Wu Zhao was only a level-five cultivator.
The power of his soul couldn't even escape his body.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and raised his hand.
A faint soul turned into a cloud and floated gently.
The power of this divine soul was too thin and too weak. He couldn't even take human form.
