Leng Yuehua's silver dress disintegrated into fine ash, revealing her charred Dharma Body. Her black hair crumbled to dust, and her Divine Soul was forcibly stripped away. With a piercing, desperate shriek, it was pulled into the banner, and the last remnants of Ice Soul energy around her were greedily devoured.
Sun Qishan struggled the most violently, but his broken, grievously wounded body was like a candle flickering in the wind.
The knotted muscles on his body peeled away like melting wax. A thick, roiling torrent of baleful blood Essence Qi, mixed with his vital spirit and the essence of his flesh, formed a dark crimson flood. This torrent, along with the massive silhouette of his soul—roaring and howling with endless, tyrannical resentment—was mercilessly devoured by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
