The company of Immortals was shocked as they moved further back.
Reverend Huiling had vanished completely. It was hard to believe that Patriarch Yuan Hua could eliminate him with just a strip of shabby-looking cloth, without leaving behind even a single fragment of his soul. A power like that was incredibly frightening.
Not uttering a word, Patriarch Yuan Hua sprung forward and grabbed the hilt of the golden colored immortal sword, then quickly sent his divine will into it. Even as he did that, numerous runes lit up on the sword, and a faint cry could be heard coming out from it. In just a blink of an eye, his divine will had approached the core of the complicated formation residing deep inside of the sword, and had made a vague contact with the now sleeping, almost fully broken item spirit of the sword.
