It was a sword light!
Finally, the Daoist Flying Spirit reacted.
However, at this time it was already too late. Even for a zombie, being beheaded was a fatal injury.
However, before he died, there was at least one more thing he had to do.
After Chen Mobai had killed Daoist Flying Spirit with all his might, he was about to burn this silver armored corpse using the Qingyang Fire Seed. However, he spotted a golden pearl emerging from the neck of the headless corpse like a dazzling, dark golden sun.
"Not good!"
Chen Mobai, who felt the intense fluctuation of the spiritual power, immediately realized that this was the opponent's final struggle before his death.
Without daring to take risks, he unleashed all his defensive methods and quickly retreated.
Chixia's Red Misty Cloud Silk cloaked his whole body, lifting him rapidly with a faint red light, like a cloud.