Liang's mummified body slowly fell over, and subsequently, the other eight people used the same method to plunge the daggers into their hearts, collapsing onto the cold ground one after another.
Not long after, the gorgeously glowing dagger left the mummified corpses and began to float.
"What is that?"
Following Xian Qianling's gesture, you all noticed a small, ghostly figure seeming to rise slowly from the blade of the dagger, almost imperceptible unless looked at closely.
After examining it carefully for a moment, you said in a cold voice, "They've utilized a malevolent ritual, separating their souls from their physical bodies through that strange dagger."
"Doesn't that mean they're dead?" Zhao Tianjiao asked.
Nodding, you spoke gravely, "In a sense, yes. However, they did this to fuse with the powerful Cat Spirits controlled by the Blood Mist."
"No way! These Cat Spirits look extremely formidable; we absolutely can't let them merge!"
