A pair of hands suddenly stretched out, tightly clutching his neck, intending to strangle him to death.
Yun Shangyuan grunted, his hands gathering Spiritual Power to strike at him, but the Spiritual Power passed right through his body!
Damn it, he couldn't hit him!
He struggled desperately, trying to free himself from Cang Qing's soul.
"There's also me," a cold, eerie laugh echoed by his ear.
Yun Shangyuan was greatly alarmed and turned to look—the man in black had also turned into a wisp of black soul, perching on his shoulder, sinisterly watching him.
"I told you, I can't die, hahaha..."
He laughed wildly, an invisible black hand pressing on Yun Shangyuan's back, sinking little by little into his body.
"Uh..." Yun Shangyuan grunted again, and soon, a mouthful of fresh blood burst out, some of it spraying onto Feng Yueya's face.
"Yuan, what's wrong with you?" she asked anxiously, reaching out to touch his face, but she only touched more viscous liquid.
