Huang Xiaolong’s group could use only one word to describe the Soulless Star—desolate! 

The wind carried a taste of sorrow as it blew past them, and a chill seeped deep into the bones as well as their souls.

“This is Soulless Frigid Wind!” The little cow went on with a solemn expression, “If this Soulless Frigid Wind were to enter a low-level Ancestor God Realm cultivator’s body, they would die a ghastly death within the hour, if they were not to receive immediate treatment.”

“Ghastly, how?” Huang Xiaolong asked curiously.

“When they would die, their godheads would go missing as if eaten by something, their souls would scatter, and they would die with expressions of agony. On top of that, their internal organs would get completely destroyed!” The little cow described for Huang Xiaolong’s benefit.

Huang Xiaolong sucked in a breath of cold air.

Terrifying!...