Nangong Yue swallowed hard, staring at Chu Fan as if he were a monster.
The last time they were in the Burial Demon Marsh, Chu Fan had repeatedly provoked a woman from the Moon Worship Sect who was in the middle to late stages of the Bright Heart Realm. He had even survived several of her sword strikes, which had already convinced Nangong Yue that he was completely insane.
But she never imagined that his madness extended to refining the soul of the Zhang Family Ancestor!
Just then, Leng Qingqiu recovered her composure from her initial shock.
She stepped forward slowly, extending an index finger as translucent as jade, and tapped lightly at the air in the direction of the black, misty soul shadow.
HUMMM!
An invisible ripple of energy quietly spread through the air.
A vast and pure power instantly enveloped the soul shadow.
The massive, humanoid black mist trembled beneath Leng Qingqiu's fingertip, then rapidly shrank and condensed at a rate visible to the naked eye.
