Yang Wu stared at his own body in astonishment.
He felt no discomfort whatsoever.
After his divine soul vanished, he actually felt lighter.
It was as if he had finally gained complete control over his own body.
His profound art surged to its peak, and his mana roiled.
Only the divine sense he had used to sweep the world had disappeared.
Still, he could simulate similar divine abilities to a certain extent with mana.
Even if Luo Tianfeng hid himself, the former Yang Wu could still sense him. That had actually been an indescribable burden. Now, his adoptive father Luo Tianfeng in his sea of consciousness had vanished along with his divine soul.
Hoo.
Yang Wu let out a long breath of foul air.
He had no idea what had happened. All he saw was the blood-jade gourd before him, three feet long and still spinning.
He reached out to take away the blood-jade gourd and the Soul Banner dwelling within it.
Yet to Yang Wu's horror, although his Holy King body possessed incomparably immense power, he could not even approach the gourd.
An invisible wall always stood between his palm and the gourd. No matter how he drove his mana, he could not break through it. Even divine abilities were useless.
Boom!
The blood-jade gourd tore open the void and fell into it.
Yang Wu watched everything happen with his own eyes, yet he could stop nothing.
Only now did he finally understand the bitter, hoarse laughter in my lord's voice just now.
At first, he had not understood it at all.
Now, he understood.
Why had even one as powerful as Tu Shan Jun laughed with such helplessness?
Now he knew completely.
Even with immense strength throughout his body, he still could not grasp a tiny gourd or