Everyone looked in unison at the raised mound of sand, awaiting the sight that would emerge once it split apart.
The moment Third Uncle's figure slowly emerged from the crack, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.
"Third Brother!" Sixth Uncle's nose stung, a thousand emotions surging through him as he prepared to rush back into that area and reach Third Uncle's side.
But Fourth Uncle stopped him. "Old Three, he..."
Sixth Uncle froze.
The joy vanished from everyone's faces at that instant.
They all realized it.
Third Uncle had been possessed!
Though Third Uncle's appearance had not changed much, a Demon Soul Ghost Snail had appeared at the back of his head. His left eye had turned a deathly white, while his right was murky, occupied by a faint white glow.
Like Nine Abyss, he was vacant and soulless as he numbly walked out of the yellow sand.
Fourth Uncle spoke heavily. "Old Three doesn't harbor much obsession with killing. He should..."
Before he could finish, three sharp spears condensed from yellow sand shot toward them from afar.
"How could this be?" Fourth Uncle was filled with shock, unable to understand why Third Uncle would attack them after being possessed.
In such a short span of time, it could only have been caused by the lingering self-obsession within Third Uncle's body.
The demon soul's own obsession could not have taken hold so quickly. It should not have been able to seek revenge so soon over the shattered Ghost Conch.
But why would Third Uncle retain the obsession to attack them?
Fifth Uncle still stood at the very front, using his protective sand shield to block the three incoming spears.
Sensing the terrifying momentum attached to them, Fifth Uncle instinctively tried to employ his usual defensive method: angling the sand shield