After a long while, Liu Ming's Divine Sense slowly withdrew from the jade slip, but his mouth began to chant a low incantation, at the same time his palm open, with a tiny black smoke sphere emerging on each of the five fingertips, fluctuating slightly with the movement of his lips.
When the black smoke spheres grew to the size of a chicken egg, he made a gesture with his hands and touched the five spheres onto the skull of the corpse.
At that moment, a faint yellow light appeared on the surface of the corpse, blocking the invasion of the black smoke spheres.
Seeing this scene, Liu Ming's face showed not shock but delight, and he quickened the pace of his incantation; the black smoke spheres slowly penetrated the yellow light.
After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, all the black smoke spheres had vanished into the interior of the corpse with a flash.
Liu Ming let out a soft breath and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.