The Black Glaze Sword hovered by Wu Hen's side.
As if wary that the Qiong Qi, now a heap of corpse, might suddenly lunge.
Wu Hen walked over, and after confirming there were no signs of life, he reached out to lift...
"Strange, why isn't there any soul breath? Could it have been blasted into oblivion?" Wu Hen felt a bit puzzled.
With the loss of life, the soul breath should separate from the flesh. However, there was no soul breath drifting out; such cases are rather rare.
Little Yi remained on guard, in case the Qiong Qi was playing dead.
Wu Hen kicked it and found a complete Qiong Qi skin lifted up, but inside, there was no meat or bone, not even a single organ left.
"No way, did it perform the Golden Cicada Shell??" Wu Hen stared in shock at the heap of tiger skin, his face full of astonishment.
Beneath the tiger skin was a pool of blood mist. As time passed, the blood mist no longer supported the form of the Qiong Qi, leaving only a skin behind.
