Lan Jie, who was recovering his divine power, watched Jiang Ping An charge right up to him. Not only was he not flustered, he even laughed.
Suddenly, a massive, twisted black phantom of a ghostly face surged out of Lan Jie and swallowed the charging Jiang Ping An in a single bite.
Jiang Ping An brought his blade down, but struck nothing but empty air.
The surroundings were pitch-black, churning with sinister, eerie Soul Power.
Lan Jie's smug laughter rang out from the darkness:
"Haha, Jiang Ping An, you think you were the one who outmaneuvered This Venerable One? You couldn't be more wrong!"
"This Venerable One deliberately let you think you had plotted against This King, let you mistakenly believe you had found a chance to turn the tables and kill me!"
"This Venerable One's greatest strength was never the Five Elements Dao Domain. It has always been Soul Power!"
A huge, twisted black face appeared before Jiang Ping An. The black face seemed to be smiling, though it only looked all the more savage and terrifying.
Powerful Soul Power frantically invaded Jiang Ping An's soul.
Jiang Ping An gripped the Bone Blade tightly, his expression grave. "You've been parasitized by Zhum!"
He knew this ghost-face pattern all too well. It was the totem of the Zhum Tribe!
The ghost face rushed toward Jiang Ping An. "Parasitized? No. I accepted my identity as Zhum. Now I am part of Zhum. I am Zhum, and Zhum is me!"
He intended to take over this body and soul.
If he could obtain Jiang Ping An's body and soul, he would gain even greater power and a stronger foundation.
Jiang Ping An circulated his Soul Power to resist the ghost face's invasion and warned coldly:
"I advise you not to seek death.