บท 377: Flowing Sand River, Ferryman

This soul war lasted for three days.

When the dust settled, this mental space was already devastated.

The original Nine Nether Giant Wood had already become residue on the ground.

Only the heart of a tree was left, caught in a pitch-black dragon claw.

The black dragon that was flying in the air landed on the ground. Its slender body suddenly shrunk and returned to Jiang Li's appearance.

He had just transformed back into a human when Jiang Li staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Although they had won the soul battle by luck, the other party had not only cultivated his Essence Soul, but he was also an expert in soul techniques, the Nine Nether Wood. The difficulty was not to be underestimated.

Jiang Li and his clones were already in a terrible state.

The palm-sized fifth clone darted in.

A moment later, the tree soul core slowly transformed into Jiang Li's appearance.