However, what no one expected was that Liu Wenrui, who had already died, actually had a wisp of soul still left.

This remnant soul was like a ghost, silently pouncing towards Xue Yun who had not yet fully entered his body.

Xiu Qiyan was the first to sense this sudden crisis. His heart sank, and before he could think, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Xue Yun like an arrow, and used his body to protect him without hesitation.

Almost immediately, Liu Yansong, who had been closely watching the situation unfold, also reacted. Instinctively, he rushed forward without a second thought, resolutely blocking Xiu Qiyan's way.

The next second, Liu Wenrui's extremely sharp residual soul attack hit Liu Yansong hard.

In an instant, Liu Yansong felt dizzy in his mind, the world in front of him became blurred, and his whole head felt like it was exploding with unbearable pain.

He could clearly feel that his life was rapidly fading away with this blow, his body gradually lost support, and finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Xie Qi glared at the remnant soul that was trying to escape with an angry face, and rushed over quickly, stretching out a hand and tightly grabbing the remnant soul.

Then, his fingers clamped the other person tightly like a pair of pliers, and pulled him outwards mercilessly.

Accompanied by a horrifying tearing sound, the already fragile soul was instantly torn into pieces, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the void.

At the same time, several elders were working together to help Xue Yun's residual soul merge into his body.

Xiu Qiyan was circulating the spiritual energy throughout his body, continuously transferring this powerful force into Liu Yansong's body.

Brilliant and dazzling rays of light gushed out from Xiu Qiyan's palms and slowly flowed along his meridians into his dantian.

However, Liu Yansong, lying quietly in Xiu Qiyan's arms, had a face as pale as paper and a breath so weak that it seemed as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.

Liu Yansong hadn't expected to see Xiu Qiyan cry for him. At that moment, countless questions flooded Liu Yansong's mind.

He really wanted to ask Xiu Qiyan why he hadn't gone to find him in the first place. But his throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, Liu Yansong felt a deep fatigue, tears rolled down her eyes, and she finally closed her eyes with regret.