The Red-Eyed Divine Thunder had already flown close. A hint of gravity appeared on the strange little man's face. He stretched out a plump little hand and beckoned lightly, and a flying-sword magic treasure appeared out of thin air.
The sword was simple and ancient in design, its hilt carved with many peculiar runes. One glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary object.
"Swift!"
The little man pointed at the flying sword, and the magic treasure instantly blazed with light, flying up to meet the Divine Thunder. Taking advantage of that opening, the little man's figure blurred, and he vanished without a trace.
The next instant, he was less than a few feet from Red-Eyed Old Monster.
The Old Devil was greatly horrified. He stretched out his right hand, like a ghost's claw, and viciously grabbed at the little man.
The little man, however, did not take it seriously at all. Instead, a trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. He transformed into a streak of yellow light, dodged the Old Devil's palm, and drilled in through the top of his head.
Then Red-Eyed Old Monster began trembling all over as if he were having an epileptic fit. The expression on his face became even more ferocious and twisted, agonized to the extreme. What was even stranger was that two layers of light, one green and one yellow, actually appeared on the surface of his body, flickering nonstop, as if they were fighting over the body.
Possession?
Lin Xuan and Ouyang Qinxin exchanged a glance, both of their faces showing horror.
So-called possession, as the name implied, referred to the act of a cultivator's dharma body being destroyed while his Primordial Spirit still remained, entering another person's body, devouring that person's Primordial Spirit, and thereby