Learning from the Barbarians' Strengths

One hundred and fifty billion units of mental power were swiftly deployed.

On the virtual screen.

The possessed Dug suddenly began to struggle in agony.

He struggled for a full three minutes, his face twisted, muscles bulging, fine beads of blood even seeping from every pore of his body. He looked like a man drenched in blood.

The horrifying scene alarmed Thorne God King and the others, who hurried forward to inspect Dug's condition.

Facing everyone's concern, Dug, pale-faced and weak, waved his hand and gritted his teeth. "Everyone, the soul possessing me this time is stronger than before. I may not be able to hold on. If you discover that someone else has taken over my body, kill me immediately. Do not show mercy..."

As they watched Dug's performance, Pan-Universe headquarters was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Tushan's eye twitched. That bastard was treating them like fools. Mental possession had always been peaceful. Even if there was pain, it would never last three whole minutes.

That cunning fellow was clearly trying to trick them into sending more people to possess his body...

He must have gained some benefit from the possession process! Chairman Tushan's heart ached. The Council President had mobilized Pan-Universe Entertainment's reserves. In the blink of an eye, nearly two hundred billion units of mental power had gone down the drain. What a damned waste! "Council President, should we try again?" Council President Shen Long asked. "Dug may be using a false performance to conceal his weakness, making us think he is bluffing and afraid to send more people to possess him. Of course, he may also be luring us into possessing him again so he can profit from it..."

Tushan froze, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. There was another layer