Everything had changed too suddenly. Barto, the Bone Dragon known as a Void Expanse bandit, froze in place as well. A faint bulge rose on his neck, carrying waves of numb, itchy sensation. Though it was not fatal, it put him on guard.
He did not possess a physical shell; he was pure soul.
No one knew that, because of the Void Expanse's unique environment at the borders, many great powers had long since completely abandoned their bodies. It was not that they were unwilling to use shells, but that their shells no longer possessed the strength needed to touch the Void Expanse. There, the simplest forms were souls and Void Chains.
The soul's boundless capacity allowed them to settle in the most hostile borderlands and probe even deeper into the mysterious Void Realm.
This soul structure could be called the toughest in the Void Expanse, yet this flea had somehow injured his soul form. When he looked at the Soul Origin constantly churning above that tiny body, he grew even more cautious. With every churn, its total soul mass doubled.
At this moment, the fleas scattered across the ground had already gathered, spreading across every inch of the Continental Core. Threadlike connectors ran between them. At a glance, the fleas resembled the origin points of a magic formation, forming a massive net that wrapped the Continental Core tight as a drum.
The Void Expanse strike Jiawen had formed was swallowed clean by the souls created from countless fleas before it could even approach. Some fleas even began seeping toward Jiawen.
Barto, the Green Dragon, remained vigilant. Gelong watched from the sidelines and did not dare speak. Yet Jiawen was the most astonished of all. He could even clearly see the means by which Kazilan was recovering.
It was Christie's