That thing is on Ye Xing. This thought involuntarily surfaced in Lin Yi's mind.
The Spiritual Power consumption is too huge, I can't worry about that anymore. Lin Yi made up his mind.
Desolate Fist, Mad Dragon. Lin Yi directly struck out with a full-strength punch.
The Dragon Shadow roared, wrapping around the Fist Intent and directly shattering all the withered bones in front of him in an instant. Bone shards splattered, fluttering in mid-air.
He directly flashed to the side of the coffin where Ye Xing was hiding, and Lin Yi grabbed Ye Xing and hauled him out directly.
His Spirit Eyes and Divine Sense began to forcibly search his entire body.
The Spirit Eyes swept across every inch of skin, and the Divine Sense penetrated every Meridian.
Ye Xing still wanted to struggle and resist violently, kicking his limbs and even trying to bite, but he was directly and forcibly suppressed by Lin Yi.
One hand grabbed Ye Xing's neck, Spiritual Power surged in, and Ye Xing was directly suppressed.
The whole process took only three breaths.
And the withered bones also recovered, surrounding them once again.
This time, the mummies were obviously a bit anxious, and even their coordination was no longer so tacit.
Lin Yi simply gave up attacking altogether and dodged with all his might. His figure shuttled between the twelve withered bones, dodging left and right, his footsteps never stopping.
While dodging, he held Ye Xing with one hand and rapidly probed his body.
Lin Yi discovered a wisp of Remnant Soul fluctuation behind Ye Xing's neck, extremely faint.
Damn it, it really is here. Lin Yi let out a curse.
Lin Yi directly surged his Divine Sense and forcibly pulled out this wisp of Remnant Soul from the back of Ye Xing's neck.