Evil Spirit Possession

Luther coldly observed the two members of the Rose School of Thought.

At this moment, he is using the power of the "Desire Apostle" to stir up the restless thoughts in their hearts.

When Luther activated his ability, he could clearly sense the emotions of people within a few dozen meters around him. At this time, most people were already asleep, with only a few still awake. They were probably the villa's servants and guards; their mood was somewhat low, seemingly due to dissatisfaction at having to continue working late into the night.

If Luther wanted, he could easily manipulate these people's emotions, lower their mood, make them more lost and depressed, even to the point of being world-weary, desperate, or even suicidal.

In another room further away, a man and a woman were enjoying each other's bodies. Luther could also add fuel to the fire of their passion, causing their bodies to bear an immense burden from extreme Pleasure, to the point of their hearts rupturing.

The desire to manipulate is terrifying, but only if the target has emotional fluctuations.

The two people in front of me were perfect practice tools. They were the embodiment of desire, making no attempt to hide or control their impulses. One had a strong craving for fresh Flesh, while the other coveted the souls of the living.

Luther seized upon their restless desires, pushing them toward the edge of extremism!

"Aaaaaah!"

Jason "Zombie," could no longer bear it; his intense craving for Flesh drove him to madness. He clenched his teeth, and the lividity on his face bulged and shone, as if putrid liquid was about to burst through his skin and gush out.

Beneath his feet, the flowing blood was rapidly freezing into red ice.

"Thump!"

Jason slammed his feet into the ground, the powerful force cracking the floorboards and producing a metallic clanging sound. He used the recoil to lunge towards Luther.

Eat him!

Eat him!

His Spirituality was burning excessively, and Jason became agitated and reckless, unable to think straight, driven only by instinct to satisfy his desires!

The wind howled, and the guy opposite seemed completely unprepared, standing there dumbfounded as he was caught.

"Boom!"

Crimson flames exploded in front of him, and Jason broke through the flames to find that there was no one there.

"Bang!"

His body, like a high-speed Steam train, crashed uncontrollably into the wall on the other side of the corridor. With a deafening roar, the entire wall was smashed apart!

"Huff, huff"

Smoke and Dust billowed up, and the pain from the impact brought Jason back to some of his senses. He was surprised to find that his excessive excitement had unnecessarily depleted a large amount of his Spirituality.

"Snap!"

Unfortunately, before Jason could even be confused by his actions, his eyes suddenly went blank, and he raised his hands and choked himself.

A figure was reflected in both of his eyes at the same time—a black court dress, pale golden hair, and a delicate but bloodless face.

Sharron has possessed him!

"Cough cough!"

Jason's tongue and eyes bulged out simultaneously, and his neck creaked as he struggled against the tough outer skin of his neck. Although he held on for a short time, despair welled up inside him—his Spirituality was already greatly depleted, and the "Zombie" defensive state couldn't last much longer.

At this moment, he was simply waiting to die!

Meanwhile, the open space outside the villa.

Steve, now Wraith, is flying at high speed. Jason's madness creates chaos, giving him an opportunity to escape.

"That wretched Sharron! How could she hire such a terrifying accomplice?"

He carried that Beyonder Item in his arms, but had no chance to use it. The extraordinary being who appeared with Sharron was truly terrifying; he possessed more than one ability, some of which were even harmful to Spirit Body like Wraith.

"We must contact Your Excellency Zatwen immediately."

Zatwen is the Demigod who led the hunt for the "Temperance Faction," but he has been tricked by Sharron into going somewhere else.

"Boom!"

Just as Steve was thinking about what to do after he was safe, a crimson light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and then, the terrifying figure appeared in the aftershocks of the flames.

Steve was in the "hidden" state of the Wraith, which would be difficult for ordinary extraordinary beings to detect even with their Spirit Vision. However, to him, the other party's soul was very conspicuous, and at the same time, his intense emotions could be easily sensed.

"Whip."

Luther quickly located Steve's position and activated the power of "Interrogator" Katie's soul.

"Smack!"

An invisible whip lashed down swiftly, striking the seemingly empty air. A sound of something being struck rang out, ripples spread across the water, and Steve's ethereal figure appeared.

The Interrogator's abilities target the soul precisely!

However, being only Sequence 7 ability, the effect wasn't very noticeable. Steve's Spirit Body only suffered minor injuries.

"Are you determined to stop me?"

He glared at Luther through gritted teeth and questioned him.

"Go to hell."

Luther had no intention of communicating with him and instead spoke directly, uttering a Filth Curse in Ancient Hermes.

"Ah!"

Steve clutched his head, letting out a piercing scream, his Spirit Body flickering incessantly. This was the second time he had heard Language of Foulness; his spirit had become extremely weak from the repeated shocks, unable even to maintain his Spirit Body form, and he reverted to his living body!

"Boom!"

Luther drew his Sword of Lava, strode up to him, and swung it down. However, the blazing Greatsword struck empty air; Steve had vanished without a trace.

No, his figure appeared in Luther's eyes!

Luther stopped, and in his eyes was reflected the image of a middle-aged man in a tuxedo—that was none other than the "Wraith" Steve.

Like Sharron, he also used the ability of being possessed by Wraith.

"Fool, you made me suffer so much."

Inside Luther's body, Steve thought maliciously, "I'll make you kill yourself with your own hands."

However, he soon discovered something strange: he seemed unable to control the other person's body effectively.

The body seemed somewhat crowded.

Steve first heard the sound, the desperate cries of countless dead, their corpses turning into a river of blood, surging and flowing. The remaining fragments of their souls filled this body, and when they sensed the intruder, they surged up with intense hostility.

He seemed to be Illusion; he saw a raging Blood River, and on the water stood a woman with red hair and golden eyes, smiling at him.

The river instantly submerged him.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Luther felt himself momentarily dazed, and when he regained consciousness, Steve had been squeezed out of his body. He was no longer Spirit Body, but was rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.