Han Muye slowly closed the small box in front of him and put it away.
The soul of Xia Ruzhe.
That golden bead.
Now, he truly could not transform this bead back into a soul.
Perhaps he could break the opponent's methods, but in the process of breaking through, the soul within the bead would definitely be harmed.
Moreover, his understanding of souls had not yet reached their level.
On the back of the Heaven Wielding Hou, everyone fell into a silent contemplation.
What they saw today, the powerhouse behind Linglong City, was truly terrifying in strength.
Such a powerhouse was definitely a survivor from ancient times.
"If I am not mistaken, they are also definitely searching for Ziyang City,"
Great Venerable Muyue turned his head to look at Han Muye, his expression earnest.
"Are you still going?"
Going?
Everyone's eyes were on Han Muye.
Today, these strong men from Linglong City had exhibited strength far surpassing what they had previously imagined.
