The gray-robed elder's body rapidly withered, transforming into a streak of blood light that shot toward Wang Chuanming and vanished into his body.
Wang Chuanming let out a miserable scream, his face contorted with pain.
A Nascent Soul that looked almost identical to Wang Chuanming flew out of his body, its expression terrified. His Dharma Body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a mass of blood-colored flames surged forth, burning the corpse to ashes.
The Witch Race Golden Immortal's final strike before death had destroyed Wang Chuanming's Dharma Body. If Wang Chuanming's Nascent Soul had not escaped in time, he would already have been dead.
"Ancestor Chuan Ming, are you all right?"
Cui Yao flew over and asked with concern.
"Damn it! He destroyed my Dharma Body."
Wang Chuanming cursed.
He could Soul Seize another physical body and recover his cultivation; it was only a matter of time. However, if he wanted to cultivate into a Peak True Spirit, things would not be so easy.
Wang Xiu flew up from underground. She was currently at the Golden Immortal Middle Stage, had comprehended the Law of Devouring, and excelled at tracking.
"Forget it, let's go back first! Find me a suitable physical body to Soul Seize. I nearly capsized in the gutter this time."
Wang Chuanming ordered.
Cui Yao nodded, put away Wang Chuanming's Nascent Soul, searched the gray-robed elder's belongings, and left the area with Wang Xiu.
Half an hour later, the ground bulged into a mound, and a short, stout yellow-robed elder emerged from underground. A shimmering silver Talisman was stuck to his body, and he had no aura at all.
A burst of yellow light flashed in the yellow-robed elder's eyes, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
"Wang Family disciple! Blood Witch