The Primordial Spirit was inherently formless. Turning it into something tangible required not only an understanding of the power of one's Primordial Spirit, but also sufficient strength in that power.
These dried corpses had once been True Martial Realm experts, but now their Primordial Spirits could only cling to life by relying on the White Jade Tablet.
Although their Primordial Spirits had reached a state of near-immortality, they had weakened to the extreme. They were simply incomparable to the Primordial Spirit power they had possessed in their prime.
Even so, they had relied entirely on their Primordial Spirit power to survive for nearly ten thousand years. They had forgotten much of their martial experience and other things, but their mastery of Primordial Spirit power was nothing short of consummate.
So when the dried corpse desperately burned its Primordial Spirit, the resulting Primordial Spirit Flame caught the Black Lotus Holy Envoy off guard.
He frowned. It seemed he had pushed this fellow too hard, driving the monster into a corner.
But it didn't matter. Even if he had once been a True Martial Realm expert, he was now nothing more than a monster clinging to life. Even when fighting for his life, he still seemed timid and cautious.
Ever since they had chosen to eke out an existence, they had been terrified of death.
They had long since lost the boldness and aggression of true martial artists. Instead, they had become cowardly, clinging to life and shrinking from danger.
If the dried corpse truly wanted to fight to the death, it could burn its Primordial Spirit Flame with all its strength. Even if it couldn't completely burn away the Black Lotus Holy Envoy's Primordial Spirit, it could still inflict grievous damage and cripple him for good.
Unfortunately, the dried corpse was