Blood Extreme looked at Jiang Buping, whose expression was cold and indifferent, with disbelief written all over his face. He seemed to feel nothing even as his Remnant Soul was dissolving.
And the illusory heads of Jiang Tianming and Yun Yan'er, transformed from their lingering regrets, were filled with unwillingness and pain, and even more so with boundless fear.
They opened their mouths as if to say something, but no words came out again.
Pfft!
The two phantom heads burst and disappeared like bubbles.
Jiang Tianming and Yun Yan'er had completely perished!
Blood Extreme's lips quivered, "What Cultivation Technique is this?"
In his mind, there was only that one spear thrust from just moments before—indescribable, beyond words. As soon as the spear was thrust, it pierced into his Remnant Soul.
That supreme force of slaughter was dissolving his Remnant Soul.
It seemed as if no Divine Soul could avoid or resist that spear.