The Wraith Form made Liam feel incredibly cold and chilly.
It was like ice had replaced his insides for as long as he kept it active.
Although the Wraith Form made everything in Liam immaterial, he could still wield his weapons freely.
Only, he couldn't use his blood attacks, since that would require him to remain physical.
Still, Liam was just itching to use it on a real target.
For the third time, he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath.
It was due to moments like these that he was on this cultivation journey, after all.
Liam would rarely smile or genuinely laugh any other time.
Liam moved on to his Shadow Sense.
Now that he gave it a closer look, his Shadow did seem darker and larger, and that wasn't just him growing his strength.
After all, the Shadow was anchored to the body.
It wasn't connected to 'Ora', mental energy or anything else.
