As his words faded, the little gray sphere slowly returned to its original position, and the aura of undeath gradually dissipated.
The gray receded. The gray light in Gu Qingnian's eyes and the five gray rings around him all faded and vanished. His body swayed, and pain suddenly washed over him.
By then, the Death Messenger had already been torn to pieces by his own Twelve Corpse Slaves. His agonized screams could be heard even several miles away.
After killing the Evil Soul Master, the Corpse Slaves swayed and slowly collapsed, one after another. Wisps of white vapor rose from their heads, vaguely resembling human faces. But the resentment and malice had vanished from their expressions, leaving only relief and gratitude. They gazed at Gu Qingnian as they gradually dissolved into the air.
The imprisoned souls were purified, and the bodies of the Corpse Slaves rotted and disappeared at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, only skeletons remained on the ground.
Immediately afterward, boom!
A deafening explosion erupted at the tunnel exit. A figure shot into the sky after it, then landed with tremendous force. It was Xuan Zi, who had rushed over.
The instant he spotted Gu Qingnian, Xuan Zi flashed to his side. The scene before him turned his furious rage into astonishment.
Seeing that Gu Qingnian seemed unharmed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Qingnian, are you all right? What about that damned Evil Soul Master?"
Gu Qingnian returned from his Sea of Consciousness at that moment. Suppressing his delight a little, he pointed at the tattered clothes nearby.
"After catching up, I ambushed him directly. I used a mental attack to make his control over the Corpse Slaves backfire, so they slaughtered one another. Then you arrived."
"You weren't attacked?"