As Ancestor Xuanming's voice fell, the black mist in midair churned and boiled.
Immediately after, a ghost-faced skull condensed into being.
An invisible pressure enveloped Ancestor Xuanming in an instant, making him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar from head to toe.
Threat!
Death!
Ancestor Xuanming's brows knitted tightly, and his face involuntarily trembled in an instant. Acting on instinct, he slowly raised his head and looked upward.
This?
This?
His pupils contracted into pinpoints in an instant, and his entire body turned to stone.
"Hehe... Xuanming... This Valley Master will not forget your contribution."
"Hehe!"
As that sinister laugh fell, the skeletal face rushed toward him.
"No!"
"No!"
Ancestor Xuanming wanted to resist, but it was already too late.
That face seemed embedded in his own, twisting his features.
"No... no... Mas... Master... no... don't."
"Master!"
"Spare me!"
"Spare me, Master... spare me..."
"Master!"
No matter how hysterically Ancestor Xuanming screamed, it was all in vain.
Struggle!
Resistance!
Everything he did at that moment was so pale and powerless.
"No!"
"No!"
He struggled frantically... and even tried to stand, wanting to flee this place as quickly as possible.
Before Ancestor Xuanming could rise, the black mist in midair surged like a bursting waterfall and engulfed him.
"Ah~"
A heart-rending scream that pierced the clouds and made one's scalp tingle echoed across the heavens.
"Master, spare me... spare me..."
"Ah~"
Even Mr. Wonderful Brush and the others trembled in mind and spirit at such hysterical screams.
Even!!
Even the corners of their eyes twitched as they turned their gazes aside.
Possession was cruel!
The tearing of the soul!
The impact!
And the devouring!
Even a person's Divine Soul suffering the slightest erosion would make them wish they were dead.
Let alone complete possession—the feeling was like