Fan Lang noticed something. From Old Man Jin's corpse, an unknown, mysterious force emerged. He had no idea where it had come from.
He acted decisively, grabbing through the air and employing all manner of abilities, even using the Land of Sky to form layers of barriers around Old Man Jin's corpse.
The mysterious force was trapped inside as well. It slammed fiercely into the barriers and was repelled. It changed directions and charged again, with the same result. Unwilling to give up, it crashed against them again and again, failing every time.
"I'd like to see what exactly you are!"
Fan Lang shifted space, pulling the space containing Old Man Jin directly before him for closer inspection.
It was impossible to see that mysterious force with the naked eye. The force was extremely well concealed, and only special methods could reveal its presence.
Fan Lang extended his consciousness into it, transforming it into a Little Dragon that circled Old Man Jin's corpse. The Little Dragon suddenly pounced, swinging its claws to seize the mysterious force and pin it down tightly.
The mysterious force resembled a small snake. It struggled violently but could not break free from the Little Dragon's restraint. It seemed to possess some intelligence; realizing that escape was impossible, it actually began to collapse and vanish on its own, growing fainter and fainter.
If he allowed it to disappear, the trail would be lost.
Fan Lang controlled the Little Dragon to open its jaws and forcefully suck in the mysterious force. Inside the dragon belly, it transformed into various seals that firmly imprisoned it.
Fortunately, he had moved quickly enough. At least he had preserved a tiny portion of the mysterious force, enough to study slowly.
"The president... the president is dead!"
"How could this happen? He