Looking at the dissipating figure of Song Fan, Long Wei could see a certain look in his eyes or lack thereof. Song Fan was on the verge of dying but instead of having the gaze of a person dying, it resembled a man that wasn’t yet finished trying to achieve his goal. As though the rage and unwillingness in his eyes weren’t because of dying but a reluctance to do something.
Long Wei’s eyes narrowed upon seeing this, the Sword Intent that had beheaded Song Fan swiftly turn and headed for him to completely destroy his soul, however, a blood-red light suddenly shone from between Song Fan’s eyebrows, after which his last soul blood appeared before sucking his fragmented soul inside it and tern and pierced the void, shooting off towards the Core Region.
A vicious whistle-like sound echoed out as Long Wei’s Sword Intent slashed through the now empty air, missing the soul blood.