"Fulingzi... is dead..."
At that moment, everyone on the battlefield looked toward the corpse falling from the sky. His face was filled with bewilderment, yet it held the stillness of death. There were no visible injuries on his body, but he had truly ceased breathing.
In another direction, the powerful magic artifact shaped like the Elders' Altar fell into the hands of a Floating Spirit Hall disciple at the early Nascent Soul stage. Lin Chuan had seen this disciple before. Though he did not know his name, he knew that he was one of Floating Spirit Hall's elite disciples and had always followed Fulingzi.
And at that very moment, thirty-six black chains were rapidly retracting from the disciple's brow. Bound within them was a powerful soul that had already been refined, its face identical to Fulingzi's.
"What's going on? Is that person from Floating Spirit Hall or the Soul Refining Sect?"
Everyone was stunned by the bizarre sight, but their confusion did not last long before they understood.
"That Floating Spirit Hall disciple... was probably killed by the Soul Refining Sect long ago... His soul was replaced with someone from the Soul Refining Sect!" Lin Chuan said grimly.
Having experienced what happened to Ni Huanzhi, he understood this situation better than anyone. The body belonged to a Floating Spirit Hall disciple, but the soul inside had long ceased to be that person's.
Though Fulingzi had not fully displayed his strength before, the fact that he had represented Floating Spirit Hall in coming here and forcefully claimed the Tianquan Star Palace among the Northern Dipper Seven Palaces proved beyond doubt how powerful he was.
Killing such an expert without making a sound was simply impossible. Even if several major factions had joined forces against him, they could not have slain him