The light-body slowly fell to the ground but did not immediately flee. In fact, the soul had no ability to escape.
It was a human-shaped transparent body of light that seemed to have shrunk as it kneeled on the ground. The light-body seemed to sizzle around as if it was dispersing.
Rody and Old Mark went up to surround him. Just as Rody was about to cut him down, Old Mark stopped him.
"You don’t need to do anything anymore. With nothing to attach to, the soul would perish in a short moment." Old Mark sighed and threw his broken sword on the floor. He then said, "Why? It is not easy to cultivate the soul. Why did you risk your life to fight with us?"
The soul's face had the features of the self-proclaimed Dragon God. His facial features looked fuzzy but his voice could still be heard. He weakly repeated. "I don’t believe this…I don’t believe this…Impossible…Impossible…"