The taste of souls was no stranger to Shen Hao. He'd tried both the strong and the faint varieties. The "woman" in front of him didn't have a potent soul, and there was very little of it—about one-tenth the amount of a complete, normal soul.
Moreover, as Shen Hao drew in the soul, the "woman's" body began to dissipate. Only now did Shen Hao sense that this "woman" was entirely constructed from mana, not a real body. No wonder she could be bound by soul power, yet wasn't afraid of being crushed.
Just what kind of technique is this? It really is almost magical.
But why bother making an ugly face? Since the body is built by mana, why not just casually use a stranger's appearance to be more confusing?
Shen Hao could only keep these questions in his heart for now. The other's identity, too, was something Shen Hao cared about.
Was this an individual's work, or was it related to some organization? How strong was the other party?
