Zuo Feng stared blankly at the crystal-clear Soul Needle in his hand. This Soul Needle was identical to the one already snapped by Zuo Feng, except this one had a faint spiritual power fluctuation upon extraction.
The feeling was incredibly mystical, as it seemed to have drawn out the entire spirit of the youth when the Soul Needle was pulled from the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head. Such a bizarre occurrence was something Zuo Feng had never witnessed before. Still, considering how an object barely larger than a sewing needle could control that Corpse Puppet, this strange phenomenon was understandable.
