Ji Li's situation was already extremely critical. At this moment, the pain in his body and heart was far less severe than the torment of having his mind torn apart.
The Evil Spirit's power was surging forth wildly, climbing without end and tearing his will in two. All kinds of hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and visual hallucinations came flooding out at once.
Everyone he had ever met, even people he had only heard about, appeared before his eyes, along with those unforgettable scenes.
Yu Guo, dead amid a pile of shredded paper; Xue Tinghai, devoured by the backlash of a Sin Object; Deng Yiwen wandering Ash World; Niu Luo; Ma Mingyu, unable to find her head...
One after another, every ghost and every person flashed into view like a frenzied slideshow.
This was his own will, but another will was also growing wildly inside his mind.
It was a violent savagery that devoured reason. Its emergence destroyed and remade Ji Li's original personality, swiftly seizing the high ground of his soul and taking In Charge.
Ji Li had never suffered from Mental Split, even though there was more than one personality within him.
In truth, they were more like souls dwelling in Ji Li's mind, never influencing one another.
But things were different now. Mental pressure and distorted depression, the oppressive environment around him, the suffocating confinement in his heart... The long-standing pain had already pushed him beyond his limits, until the Evil Spirit entered his vision.
At this moment, countless accumulated negative emotions, intensified by the Root Ghost, brought Ji Li to a true mental breakdown.
And a collapse within such a horrifying, twisted environment would rebound from rock bottom, creating an even more ferocious self.
Zhang Huairen was so anxious that he hopped in place. His two withered hands