Yet his shell still stood bolt upright. Behind those tightly shut eyes, his pupils did not stir in the slightest. Zhang Yuhe's soul sword had clearly killed Yu Tong in a single strike, shattering his soul!
Zhang Yuhe's face, meanwhile, was deathly pale with streaks of deep blue, much like Gui Li's. The will in her eyes had likewise scattered, her gaze drifting unfocused. It was exactly as recorded in Qin Jian's memories. Though Zhang Yuhe had not perished together with Yu Tong, her soul had also suffered grievous injury and stood on the brink of collapse!
Of course, the brink was still the brink—fundamentally different from the bottom of a cliff. If Zhang Yuhe had the chance to rest and recuperate, there might yet be a sliver of hope for recovery!
Zhang Yuhe murmured, "Luckily... although Yu Tong's soul has been shattered, it still exists after all. It is suitable enough to serve as the main soul of a [***] Yang Spirit!"
As she spoke, she actually disregarded her own severely wounded soul. With trembling hands, she barely managed to raise one and clap it, producing an ancient soul talisman. She still wanted to take advantage of Yu Tong's soul not having dispersed yet to refine the [***] Yang Spirit!
It had to be said that Zhang Yuhe's obsession truly was extraordinary!
But just as the soul talisman rose into the air, before Zhang Yuhe could chant the Soul Incantation, Yu Tong's tightly shut eyes suddenly moved. They even flew open. His eyes now gleamed with wild delight, curiosity, and even a trace of cold cruelty!
"Ah~" Zhang Yuhe had clearly been caught utterly off guard, and her body shook violently.
"Hahaha~~ Hahahahaha~~~" Yu Tong looked at Zhang Yuhe, then swept his gaze around the surroundings, even looking toward