High in the sky, Perfected Huan Wu was fleeing in a sorry state.
The blood droplets, which scattered across half of the Skull Mountains like fiery shooting stars, were in fact shards of his Dao Foundation—the culmination of his life's Cultivation.
But right now, he couldn't afford to worry about any of that.
'If I don't run now, I'm going to die here!'
In an instant, his surging qi and blood transformed into a long rainbow streaking across the sky, about to fly beyond the Skull Mountains. But just then, another white light flashed through the air.
The next second, Perfected Huan Wu found himself back in front of Lü Yang.
Lü Yang was about to strike again with his sword but suddenly froze. He saw that Perfected Huan Wu's expression was now vacant and his pupils were dim. The body was just an empty shell.
'He left his body behind and his Soul fled?'
