Logically speaking, with such severe injuries, Pan Yang should have been dead beyond saving.
Yet there was still a breath of life lingering.
As long as there was still breath, Pan Yang remained among the living.
Under the sinister glow of the Evil Corpse's gaze, mysterious forces descended upon Pan Yang's body.
Pan Yang's body was like a puppet on strings, struggling as it rose from where it had fallen.
Dragging its broken form, it staggered step by step towards the White Jade Platform.
The barrier that had suppressed the three living corpses together with the Evil Corpse did not pose any hindrance to Pan Yang whatsoever.
He thus entered the White Jade Platform and came before Han Zhenzi.
Then extended his stiff hand, reaching for the Foundation Establishment Array Disc cradled in Han Zhenzi's arms.
The Array Disc that Liou Yuan never dared to touch was easily picked up by him.
Almost as the Foundation Establishment Array Disc left Han Zhenzi's remains.
