However, the grey mist quickly gathered again, just a bit dimmer than before.
"It's me! This is my spell!" Yang Zhenshan said once more.
Only then did the Green Wolf King realize, looking at the small soul crow before him with uncertain eyes.
Yang Zhenshan no longer paid attention to him and once again controlled the soul crow to fly northward.
The distance grew further and further until the soul crow reached the edge of the Spirit Source Land, and only then did he control it to return.
"The soul crow is condensed by soul power and can carry my consciousness. If I don't actively control it, it will become a dead object and won't act on its own, but it will record what's happening around it, just like a camera."
"The further the distance, the greater the consumption of soul power. A distance of a thousand miles posed no pressure; it seems I can even endure a distance of five to six thousand miles."
