Amidst the Demon Cultivators of the Chi Race, the head of the White-clothed Asura weaved through the crowd, leaving behind screams and corpses wherever it went.
With each Demon Cultivator's death, a green soul emerged from their bodies, swiftly absorbed by the White-clothed Asura.
As more souls were absorbed, the White-clothed Asura's body began to regenerate.
Neck, chest, abdomen...
The Demon Cultivators of the Chi Race were already pale with fear. Though they desperately fled, how could their escape compare to the speed of the flying head?
For a moment, cries of terror echoed among the Chi Race Demon Cultivators.
"Help us—"
"Lord Wang Yan, save us—"
The Chi Race Demon Cultivators desperately called out to Wang Yan from afar.
