Just as expected.
Before Feng Zengyuan could fly to the side of the True Immortal's corpse, the looming shadow suddenly inflated several times over.
After engulfing Feng Zengyuan entirely, it returned to its original state in an instant.
The True Immortal's corpse still stood there, quietly and majestically towering.
Yet, everyone could no longer find Feng Zengyuan's whereabouts.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spine, instinctively retreating backward.
"Wasn't he dead? How could he still burst forth to injure people?"
"Look, isn't that silhouette becoming clearer? Doesn't it bear some resemblance to Feng Zengyuan?"
"What's going on? Even though we've retreated so much backward, we're not pulling away from the True Immortal's corpse but rather getting closer?"
...
Panic spread among the crowd.
