By this point, it had already melted halfway.
The old Daoist's skeleton was still alive, writhing on the ground, but its movements had become much smaller.
It trembled and rolled, trying to reach the Daoist Scripture lying on the ground.
But before it could, the long whip formed from talismans struck it again.
Between the Talisman Paper Whip and Shen Bai's chanting of the Mystic Heart Spell activating the Daoist Scripture, a dense web of cracks appeared all over the old Daoist's bones.
Just as the old Daoist had said, the book had been absorbing his power for many years—part of it used to fight the hundred-foot-tall strange entity, and the rest stored away.
The amount stored over so many years created a terrifying amount of energy, more than even the old Daoist himself could withstand.
A few breaths later, the old Daoist's skeleton finally failed to withstand the immense power and crumbled into a pile of ash.
