C72 Soul Dispersing

Yang Tian still did not understand what happened, why the soul that he summoned was not under his control.

With a puzzled expression on his face, Yang Tian fell down. He didn't even make a sound of pain. One of his hands was still in his pocket, but it was already covered by a black fog. After the black fog disappeared, only Yang Tian was left lying on the ground.

His eyes were wide open