The inscriptions filling the sky all surged into Han Hao's mind in an instant. He froze, utterly motionless, without a trace of life about him, like a rock.
The Wraith Stele that had floated out of his chest continued gathering Death Element energy, as though it meant to drain all the Death Element in the Chaos Lands. This time, the Wraith Stele did not grow larger, but a ghastly white light bloomed across it, revealing tiny white bones with perfect clarity.
Although some of the inscriptions had entered Han Hao's mind, dense inscriptions still covered the Wraith Stele. Beneath the ghastly white light, they looked like tiny insects wriggling across its surface, absorbing the Death Element converging from every direction...
Wenman, who had been thrown back, stared at Han Hao in horror, frightened by the sudden change and unsure what to do. She tried to approach him to do something, but before she could reach him, an invisible force radiated from the Wraith Stele and hurled her away again.
That force contained a trace of Han Hao's will and seemed to bear no malice. Otherwise, with Wenman's level of cultivation, her soul would have been destroyed immediately. She could never have survived!
After several attempts, Wenman dejectedly gave up trying to approach Han Hao. She merely stood far off to one side, watching him with worry filling her heart, hoping the stele that had suddenly appeared would not hurt him.
Wisps of ghastly white radiance gradually seeped from the Wraith Stele, penetrating Han Hao's body like liquid...
The motionless Han Hao was slowly enveloped completely in the ghastly white radiance. In an instant, all his clothes drifted away like ash, leaving him entirely naked before Wenman. His body, as pale as the light, gradually turned translucent, as though it had