THUD.
The half-charred head landed with a dull thud. Its ghastly white eyes were rolled back as it tumbled into a corner, falling silent after bouncing a few times.
It seemed that once severed, the head of a Purple Mansion Cultivator was no different from that of an ordinary person.
Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, a feeling of having narrowly escaped death washing over them.
But just as everyone let down their guard, disaster struck. A ray of deep purple light shot out from the head on the ground and plunged straight into Song Changsheng's mind.
"Damn it, he's attempting Possession!" Yinn Shang cried out. He tried to rush forward to help, but the moment he moved, he staggered and nearly collapsed. The injuries he'd sustained from detonating his Spiritual Artifact were far from light.
