As the spirit coffin opened, a surge of demonic intent immediately emerged from Ghost Saint Yan Mo's Demonic Soul and swept toward Qian Xun Yue.
Su Mo's expression tightened, but he did not stop it. If this Old Devil dared to possess Qian Xun Yue, he would immediately devour its Demonic Soul completely.
Now that his Martial Soul had advanced to heaven-grade ninth rank, its power had greatly increased. Killing Ghost Saint Yan Mo was no longer a problem.
However, Su Mo had clearly worried too much. Ghost Saint Yan Mo also understood his own circumstances and did not dare to possess Qian Xun Yue.
Its demonic intent carefully inspected Qian Xun Yue's body before withdrawing.
"How is she?" Su Mo asked anxiously, deeply afraid that the other party would once again say she could not be saved.
"Her divine soul has scattered, leaving behind only a thread of obsession, and even that is weakened to the extreme!"
Ghost Saint Yan Mo sighed and continued, "She must have remained in this state for a very long time, right? There might have been a way to save her a few years ago, but now she cannot be saved!"
Boom!
Ghost Saint Yan Mo's words were like a violent clap of thunder exploding in Su Mo's mind. His body shook fiercely, and his face turned pale at once.
"How could this be?" Su Mo muttered to himself, grief welling up in his heart. She could not be saved?
He could not accept this result!
Although he did not share much affection with Qian Xun Yue, she was still his woman, and they had shared the reality of husband and wife.
"Ghost Saint senior, you are a supreme expert of the Martial Saint realm. Is there truly nothing you can do?" Su Mo