"Heh heh, that sinister-tongued... little brat? Of course I killed... him! If you have the guts, come kill me!" Xiang Lan clutched his blood-soaked shoulder and chanted two or three incantations before the black blood finally stopped flowing. He then took out a token, grunted, and spat out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, roiling black clouds surged forth and swallowed him whole.
"Then die." The jade-faced woman was around thirty years old and wore the robes of the Arctic Immortal Sect. There was no doubt that she had come from the Sea of Thunder. As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeve, and with a clang of metal, a white light burst from the sword pill. Xiang Lan's soul immediately came rushing out of the black clouds. Clearly, he had abandoned his physical body himself!
For an Earth Immortal to abandon his own body was undoubtedly a terrifying experience. Who had not painstakingly cultivated to become an Earth Immortal? Some would rather die than relinquish their fleshly shell. But now, if Xiang Lan did not abandon his body, he would die. He had no choice!
Xiang Lan had already been gravely wounded. He had only been able to maintain his physical strength by taking a secret medicine, so after being injured again, he had taken the blame of his own accord, planning to save Ao Fengchi indirectly while escaping in his soul form.
"May your soul scatter!" The jade-faced woman swept out her broad sleeve, and a white wind quickly swept away all the demonic aura. Then her sword pill soared once more, shooting straight toward Xiang Lan's demonic soul!
Demonic cultivators differed from ordinary Earth Immortals. Their bodies had been tempered with demonic aura, and they also possessed secret arts for leaving the body with