Chapter 901 - Soul Separation Technique

Tatamu carefully served its target, but the person being served was not calm. It was not Wang Zhong; it was Simba. Simba had also been soaked in the potion. It was warm and very comfortable, even slightly numbing, making Simba feel as if he was floating in the air. But he quickly came to with a shock. He quickly got rid of the enjoyment from soaking in the potion and woke up. He made a last-ditch effort to call Wang Zhong as he did not want to be mysteriously taken away by the two alien races.

“The headless, the abused, the obedient, and the idiot have all come to rescue us!”

Desperate times called for desperate measures. The headless was the Headless Knight, while the abused was Salamander, as he was always tied up in chains. The obedient was Alice, while the idiot was Big White. Although they were injured, other than the Headless Knight, Simba could sense the other three before Wang Zhong went into a coma. But now, Wang Zhong was unconscious and Simba could no longer feel their presence.

It was a pity that Lao Wang had a problem: how would he survive until the Heavenly Soul Stage? To be honest, he wanted to communicate with the outside world very badly. He also hoped that Simba would think of a way. But after such a long time, there was no movement at all.

Perhaps the gods had heard Wang Zhong’s begging and sent a signal. The extremely light ‘sound of the wind’ made Wang Zhong very excited. It was the voice of a living creature speaking the Mizobudapi language. Although he did not have the support of the clown mask in the microcosmic world and could not translate what he heard, all these were not important. He did not care what they were talking about. Most importantly, there was an exchange between him and the outside world. He had not been completely isolated.

The next second, Wang Zhong knew that he might have been captured, and the person calling him was probably the Warlock Saint. But even if this was the case, Wang Zhong wanted to get out. There would only be hope if he got out!

Wang Zhong suppressed the excitement in his heart. He instinctively wanted to go through the path and return to the outside world, but his consciousness was too spread out to the point that Wang Zhong was worried that it would completely disperse before he escaped. The return journey was equally dangerous!

The Warlock Saint, who was in the air, was dripping with sweat. Only a few people among the Mizobudapi could control souls to this extent. There might be people who were stronger at combat at him, but in terms of controlling souls, he was the best. He believed that the soul was the source of everything. He had never encountered anyone who could challenge his secret technique. During those few moments, he could even sense the presence of the human. However, his soul was spread out in a neat manner. Every part of his soul formed one integral whole. The Warlock Saint had never seen this strange situation.