Burying the Spirit Body

A strand of Boraka Kadeye's hair had already turned snow-white. 

His life force was being drained!

He didn't dare reveal his true form, as it would only cause more harm. 

His eyes were filled with cold killing intent as he accelerated, aiming to kill a banished immortal and turn the tide of the battle.

Little did he know, the three banished immortals with Braydon Neal were there to draw the firepower. 

Boraka was closing in—nine miles away, eight miles away, seven miles away…until he was just two miles away. 

His black hair had turned completely white, and there was even a hint of aging at the corners of his eyes.

He didn't care! 

He knew he could recover to his peak after another nirvana, and his surging vitality would be replenished. 

But if he couldn't kill Braydon, he would die today.

"We're here!" Boraka looked like an elderly man with a face like an orange peel.