"What kind of ability was that?"
Suddenly, Ye Lin sharply turned his eyes away from Zhao Ling'er's.
The instant Zhao Ling'er's eyes had turned into vortices just now, he had felt as though his Primordial Spirit was about to be sucked away by her.
An unstable Primordial Spirit—what a terrifying method that was!
Even with his mid-stage True Immortal cultivation, he had nearly fallen for it, and that was without it being directed at him. There was no need to mention the strange creature before them.
As time passed, the strange creature's eyes completely dimmed, its life force gradually dissipating. In the end, it lowered its head and ceased to breathe.
A strange creature at the early True Immortal stage had died silently right before Ye Lin.
At the same time, Zhao Ling'er slowly closed her eyes.
Ye Lin glanced at Zhao Ling'er and placed his hand atop the strange creature's head. In an instant, an incomparably terrifying force of Primordial Spirit surged into its sea of consciousness.
"Hm? Its Primordial Spirit is gone?"
After sensing that the strange creature's sea of consciousness was completely empty, Ye Lin quietly edged to the side while Zhao Ling'er was not paying attention, silently putting some distance between them.
Directly absorbing another's Primordial Spirit—such a method was far too terrifying.
"Ye Lin, I really am Lu Changfeng. I really am Lu Changfeng, your good friend. You have to believe me!"
At that moment, "Lu Changfeng" in the distance cried out anxiously. The reason these strange creatures were so troublesome and so confident was that they could revive without end.
It believed that not even a peak True Immortal could kill it.
Previously calm and composed, it was now panicking beyond measure. It had clearly sensed that its companion had died. What kind of