Desperate Counter-Kill, New Twelve Demon Swords

Qin Yang tried to move his body, but he could not move at all, as though his body no longer belonged to him.

He tried to mobilize the power within him, yet there was no response whatsoever. A rift had appeared between his consciousness and body. He could see, hear, and think, but he could not move.

The Heavenly Demon King leaned his head closer, grinning. With his white hair and deathly pale face, he looked exactly like a corpse wearing tacky Funeral Makeup.

"To be honest, I think I underestimated you. At your level, the fact that you managed to wake up truly surprised me. Though even if you woke up, it was useless."

As the Heavenly Demon King spoke, Qin Yang slowly fell out of his state of merging into the void. The Heavenly Demon King stretched out both hands and clasped Qin Yang's head.

"Your body is strong, yet you are not a human Body Refiner. What a perfect body. It is even better than the one I am using now. Although its realm is inferior, its potential is far greater. To be honest, my favorite appearance is still this one. Though I despise humans, the human form is the most convenient to use."

The Heavenly Demon King's hands seemed to turn into phantoms. Pressed against Qin Yang's cheeks, they slowly sank into his head.

"Oh, you have really been through quite a lot. In a little over a hundred years, you actually attained such strength. I truly have never seen anyone with a foundation more solid than yours..."

"Do not misunderstand. Even at my level, even as a Heavenly Demon King who has been crowned king, I cannot read a person's memories. Like ordinary Heavenly Demons, I can only spy on your current thoughts. The difference