As the White Bone Obelisk made its move, it immediately pressed down on the half-burning corpse.
Although the flame wasn't affected, it was clearly not as vigorous as before.
Seeing this, Gu Xi frowned slightly. Wasn't it supposed to suppress the mysterious maze?
How did it end up suppressing our own people?
Before Gu Xi could figure it out, he saw the half-corpse explode on the spot, with the bones being lifted by an invisible force, quickly assembling in mid-air into a small pile of bones.
Simultaneously, the smoky black figure struggled even more intensely.
This smoky figure was the last remnant of the psychic power within the half-corpse.
Previously, even under fire, it wasn't as helpless as it appeared now.
Now, it felt like everything about it was being thrown into a furnace, with nowhere to escape even if it tried.
The twisted psychic power had no choice but to curl up on itself.
