Tomb of Ten Thousand Souls

Zhang Tie's eyes flashed with ferocity. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw his right fist, brimming with immense power!

At such close range, the crystal skull had no time to react before it turned into a streak of light and smashed viciously into the hard rock wall of the cave dwelling.

"Bang—crack!"

A dull boom accompanied the crisp sound of cracking stone. The crystal skull embedded deeply into the rune-covered wall, and spiderweb-like fractures spread out from the point of impact as debris pattered down.

At the exact instant the crystal skull was sent flying, Powder Bone's seductive body beside it seemed to lose all support at once. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed limply to the ground without warning.

She lay there silently, her limbs twisted into an unnatural posture. Not a trace of life force or soul fluctuation leaked from her body. She was as deathly still as an ancient stone.

Zhang Tie's heart skipped a beat. Moving like lightning, he instantly crossed over to Powder Bone's side.

He crouched down and gathered an extremely pure thread of divine sense at his fingertips, carefully probing toward the sea of consciousness between Powder Bone's brows.

His divine sense probed cautiously like silken threads, but what returned was a vast, chilling emptiness and deathly silence—no struggle, no lingering thoughts, not even the faintest ripple of a soul remained.

"Ah..." A low, clear sigh echoed through the silent cave dwelling, carrying a hint of regret and lingering fear.

Zhang Tie slowly withdrew his hand, frowning slightly. "I was still one step too late."

He truly felt fortunate. If he had not been cautious enough earlier and had rashly tried to use his soul to contact that strange crystal skull, then the one lying here in silence would likely