At this moment, within the Corpse General's inner soul world filled with corpse Qi, the ethereal arm of his undead soul had likewise been cleanly severed, and the severed portion instantly dispersed into countless fragments before disappearing forever.
The Corpse General's face instantly turned deathly pale in alarm.
After all, for a Corpse Cultivator, losing their corpse vessel wasn't a big deal as long as they could retain their entire Undead Soul; they could always possess and refine another corpse vessel.
But if their Undead Soul got damaged or destroyed, it was truly over for them.
'Impossible! How...? My soul...my undead soul was injured?!'
The Corpse General's mind was filled with cold terror, as even if his corpse vessel had been destroyed, his undead soul shouldn't have suffered such devastating damage.
