Taiyinzi staggered to his feet, somewhat dizzy, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his vision. He tried raising both hands and feeling around in front of him, but he couldn't see his hands.
He also tried walking forward, only to discover that his field of vision kept retreating.
Then a lightbulb went off in his head. He clasped his head in both hands and twisted hard—after turning his head a full one hundred and eighty degrees, everything finally returned to normal.
An ordinary person... even a Daoist, so long as he had not transcended the physical body to this extent, should have died the moment his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.
Though there were some strange martial arts and exceptionally gifted people who could twist their necks, that was merely a matter of the bones... Yet the giant could clearly feel the sound of bones shattering when he landed his punch.
Moreover, his first punch had passed straight through. The other party's body had been almost entirely insubstantial.
But afterward, the old man had been able to take a single Overlord Fist and still spring back to his feet, full of life... Just what was this bizarre old man's background?
Paying no attention to the giant's thoughts, Taiyinzi began muttering to himself as well.
He had known for a long time that the Black Soul Envoy was not invincible—for example, at the beginning, the True Dragon of Shenzhou had chased him until he had nearly lost his soul. So there were still supernatural beings in this world capable of killing a Black Soul Envoy.
Normally, Black Soul's mist form could withstand most physical attacks... but physical attacks with additional elemental damage were another matter entirely.
Taiyinzi felt that he had kept up with the times quite