Under the dim moonlight, Fang Canbing and his junior brother lay unconscious in the courtyard, their bodies resembling walking corpses, almost devoid of any vitality, with only a faint breath remaining.
In other words, their Primordial Spirits were lost, completely turning them into a vegetative state.
"The Primordial Spirit is gone?"
Yu Xuanji's expression changed slightly. She could sense that the vast Qingyou Temple was empty, as if only she remained.
"All the Primordial Spirits are gone?"
Yu Xuanji's heart jolted. There were at least twenty people in Qingyou Temple, and in an instant, all movement ceased.
"Who?"
Yu Xuanji suddenly turned around, feeling an intense chill pass through her, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.
Her eyes trembled, and before her, a shadow emerged, gray and constantly writhing, resembling a Primordial Spirit, and the face was incredibly familiar, looking exactly like...
Zhang Fan!?
"Three Corpses God!?"
