Serpent Ancestor

Yuan Ming immediately realized that something was wrong. With a thought, his divine soul flew towards the direction of the room, trying to return to his physical body.

But at this moment, a gust of night wind blew again, blowing Yuan Ming’s divine soul out once more.

This time, his divine soul drifted even further, already reaching a distance of seven or eight zhang. The bone-chilling cold sensation became even stronger, and Yuan Ming felt even more fearful.

He tried to return to his physical body with his thoughts, but this time he was shocked to find that the connection between his thoughts and his physical body had become extremely weak. His divine soul couldn’t return.