The Evil Lord Entered Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness-Then Went Numb

"Be your slave?"

Jiang Ming raised his eyes. The overflowing blood-red and Golden Light in them merged into a golden-red hue, making him look incredibly vicious.

"Evil Lord, is it? I f***ing—! You want me to be your slave? Even if you became my slave, I'd still despise you for being so ugly!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ming started cursing.

And he cursed viciously.

As his aura surged, Jiang Ming's long hair whipped about, radiating a wild presence.

Evil Lord's face—no, it had no face. The Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign race was a species made up of one enormous eyeball and over a dozen tentacles.

Thus, when angered, aside from their auras growing violent, the Evil Eye Tyrant race's outward reaction was simply to glare with that enormous eyeball.

"You're courting death!"

A black-red beam shot from Evil Lord's massive eye, hurtling straight toward Jiang Ming.

Trapped within the space, Jiang Ming could only be struck by spiritual attacks.

And for Evil Lord, who excelled most at spiritual attacks, this was effortless.

Boom!

A pained expression appeared on Jiang Ming's face. He stared fixedly at Evil Lord, veins bulging across his forehead, yet he did not make a sound.

He was not incapable of fighting back. He could also use Spiritual Power to attack Evil Lord and the others outside.

But he could not do that. The moment he diverted his Spiritual Power, the devouring Soul Power from above and below would immediately draw the Soul Power from his body.

He had to conserve his strength and wait for the right moment to break out.

But that also meant that, against Evil Lord's spiritual attack, he could only endure it head-on!

His Sea of Consciousness had already begun churning violently. Evil Lord's spiritual attack was simply too powerful for