"Where is your control over the insect race? Hand it over!" Jiang Yang walked straight toward the Brain Bug's soul form, a wicked smile on his face.
A soul form was simply a higher-level transformation of a living being's mental power. Its strength could be judged directly from its size.
At this moment, the Brain Bug's soul form before Jiang Yang's was truly nothing more than an actual bug, as tiny as an ant. Jiang Yang, meanwhile, was incomparably massive, with unfathomable depths between his eyes.
"Give me control over the insect race!"
There was little courtesy in Jiang Yang's voice. Allowing the Brain Bug into his mental world had already been an enormous concession, yet the Brain Bug merely stood there, shouting like a madman about how powerful Jiang Yang's mental world was.
"Why is your mental world so huge?"
"Can you tell me?"
The Brain Bug ignored Jiang Yang's words and only stared wildly at its surroundings. Jiang Yang frowned, then stomped hard. The entire mental world began to tremble, while the Brain Bug was instantly flattened to the size of a sheet of paper.
A miserable shriek rang through the world. The Brain Bug's body was kneaded at Jiang Yang's whim like rubber, before Jiang Yang crumpled it into a little ball in his hand. "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"
"I heard you, hehehehe."
"Your mental world is actually this vast."
"Heaven is helping me. Heaven is helping the insect race!" Even while held in Jiang Yang's grasp, the Brain Bug's words were filled with madness. Countless compound eyes rolled as they stared at Jiang Yang, its gaze brimming with frenzy and something else—as though it were admiring a work of art, or perhaps its own new body.
"I really like this body of yours!"
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