Bamboo Forest Sword Formation

Fan Xiao inspected Xi Muran's corpse, his brow deeply furrowed.

Xi Muran had no external injuries, and it was impossible to tell where the attack had come from.

He looked as though he had been kneaded by an invisible giant, with all the moisture squeezed out from inside his body.

However, this attack did not come from the outside; instead, it came from the inside! It was Xi Muran's own power squeezing him in different directions, wringing the blood and moisture from his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys completely dry while simultaneously wringing the blood and moisture from his bones, muscles, blood vessels, and even his brain completely dry!

Xi Muran had dried up.

Completely dried up.

When he fell into the sea just now, his body did not absorb the slightest bit of moisture either. When Fan Xiao fished him out, his body was still exceptionally dry.

Meanwhile, his Primordial Spirit presented a completely different state of shattering.

Fan Xiao looked around. Everywhere in the air were fragments of Xi Muran's Primordial Spirit, shattered into countless pieces.

Every single one of these piecemeal Primordial Spirit fragments was exactly the same size, as fine as a hair's breadth, floating quietly in the air without moving at all.

They were evenly dispersed, the distance between each fragment neither too far nor too close, as if they had been precisely measured and inlaid into space itself.

Xi Muran's Primordial Spirit fragments generally presented an explosive outward shattering and expansion, ultimately coming to a standstill.

Looking from afar, they formed a tremendously huge, three-dimensional Primordial Spirit composed of countless hair-thin fragments!

This Primordial Spirit was lifelike, as though it were still alive.

Fan Xiao stood in the distance, looking at Xi Muran's Primordial Spirit. He saw that terror still hung on Xi