Once the Hell Soul Swapping Scripture was unleashed.
Jiang Dali's tiger eyes flared with divine light. His gaze became like two sharp arrows, piercing into Ting Shui and Sad Little Knife's eyes, minds, and the depths of their souls alongside the power of his primordial spirit.
"Primordial spirit!!!"
Ting Shui and Sad Little Knife both shuddered in terror almost simultaneously. Even in their Self-Only and Self-Forgotten states, they could not suppress their fear. At that very moment, their yin spirits attempted to resist.
However, their yin spirits had only just entered the Heavenly Human Realm. Though they ranked among the top players, in Jiang Dali's eyes, they were no more than fireflies. The moment they came into contact, they were utterly defeated. The next instant, warnings appeared on their panels—they were about to be forcibly logged out.
But Jiang Dali merely smiled faintly, and the light of his primordial spirit pouring from his eyes intensified.
Ting Shui and Sad Little Knife only felt darkness fall before their eyes. Their minds seemed to plunge into a vast, empty, boundless space. All five aggregates became confused, and they sank into it, unable to free themselves.
"Pfft!" "Pfft—"
Their bodies fell to the ground together.
Like two puppets whose strings had been seized, they knelt on one knee before Jiang Dali.
The divine light in Jiang Dali's eyes receded. He clasped his hands behind his back once more, calm and unhurried, carrying an intimidating air as he looked faintly at the two "soul-swapping puppets" before him, as though they were extensions of his own flesh and blood.
With a thought, both of them stood up. They stared blankly at Jiang Dali, looking much like the Beast Slaves in Sou Shen Gong who had lost their self-awareness.
Jiang Dali burst into laughter and deliberately