A tremendous breath issued forth from the mouth of the Immortal’s discarded corpse shell, blowing its energy directly onto Yu Lie.
Yu Lie’s ancient shaman body—the kind of body that even thousands of sword qi couldn’t easily intimidate—suddenly felt a stinging pain and a wave of weakness.
With just one breath, his opponent could render him powerless.
Strangely, Yu Lie’s mind, instead of becoming chaotic, fell into a deep calm.
Resistance by brute force was impossible; it would only lead to the same fate as the distracted Dan Shu Immortal before him.
Fortunately, Yu Lie did not come here intending to withstand by sheer strength.
With great effort, he forced his hands together, barely managing to place them as one, and squeezed through clenched teeth:
“Your junior, Yu Lie, pays respects to the Immortal of the Immortal Palace!”
The voice rang out in the darkness, much quieter compared to the Dan Shu Immortal’s agonized screams before losing his soul.
But the mouth of the Immortal’s discarded shell, still wide open, slowly closed.
It seemed to have truly heard Yu Lie’s greeting.