To Call a Fox a Snake

"What's attacking me?"

Feng Xia's eyes revealed a trace of vigilance. "Could it be that this demon fox is not completely dead?"

In that instant just now, he clearly felt a wave of malicious soul power assault him from behind, attempting to invade the zifu between his brows to tear his soul and spirit into pieces.

And that was it.

The passive counterattack mode of the Floating Dream Three Lives Technique was instantly triggered. Almost instinctively, Feng Xia immediately threw a Primeval Green Lotus over.

The attacker instantly burst like a bubble.

"Eh, it's gone just like that?" Feng Xia was a little stunned and he had a strange expression on his face. "I thought there would be an unwilling death struggle. I didn't expect it to simply turn over and lie flat after death…"

Compared to the soul divine power used by the Golden Roc demon king, Ying Chengpeng, the attack just now was clearly much weaker.