As Xiu Yu's Primordial Spirit Consciousness vanished, the dense Wood Spirit Qi that had filled the cave also dissipated. The tangled roots withered in a matter of moments, and the old tree's leaves quickly yellowed and fell.
Wang Ping immediately formed a Spell with his hands, using his Primordial Spirit Consciousness to connect to the Sealing Barrier outside. He quickly captured the trace of Xiu Yu's Primordial Spirit. It was teleporting to the Northwest, a region currently in chaos where Zi Luan was trying to restore order.
"He got away?"
Yuan Zheng Taoist took two quick steps forward. As his feet landed on the withered roots, they snapped with a KRAK KRAK sound.
Qingjiang took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to the withered old tree.
"Can you track him?"
the Tiger Demon asked, looking at Wang Ping.
