Whoosh!

The white-haired inquisitor shattered into pieces, but at this time, a soft golden light rushed out of his soul fragment.

It drifted and was about to rush out.

Alex was startled as he thought, ‘Is this the identity imprint planted on everyone in the Golden City?”

He hurriedly lashed out a wave of holy light, trying to capture its golden identity imprinted on it.

The result was unexpected. The seal of the holy light was completely unresponsive to the imprint, as it was out of reach.