Hel suddenly said: "Refine this remnant thought with your spirit, wrap it, and take it back to the Inner World when you return to your body."
"What's the matter?" Jing Qiu tried it out and seemed to be able to do it.
"Just an interesting experiment."
Jing Qiu didn't ask further and instead looked at the sacrificial soldier slanted in the ground.
Xi Zhong of the Demon Eye Empire had long turned to dust, not even leaving a corpse.
Jing Qiu waved his hand, the broken sacrificial soldier fell into his hand. He swung it a few times; it was quite worn down.
Yet he could still feel the vast Power of Faith contained within the soldier, pondering if it could be utilized, he stored it away.
Looking around, the once towering and continuous mountain ranges were either collapsed or leveled, leaving thousands of miles of debris.
