Yuan Ming thought this, and his palm flickered with black light as several small black hands emerged, merging into the Wind Falcon Demon Soul to probe its memory.
At that moment, the Wind Falcon Demon Soul suddenly trembled and then "bang" exploded into a mass of scattered soul power.
The three souls and seven spirits of the Wind Falcon completely collapsed, and its memory dissipated, making it impossible to read.
"Forbidden Spell has been cast..." Yuan Ming raised his brow slightly.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, above a dense forest, Wu Yu held a shattered black token in his hand, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.
"The Wind Falcon was a young genius of the Peng Clan, fallen like this. I'm afraid they will cause trouble," Xuan Ye, standing beside him, said with some concern.
