As the Thousand-Faced Player's power swept over him, Old Mo's body swayed. Everything before his eyes flickered, and several copies of Lu Yin and the others appeared in the distance. Even the divine power, bright as the sun, appeared several times over. He was hallucinating.
"This is the power of consciousness." Old Mo stared at the Thousand-Faced Player. "No wonder you can control those trash. You've replaced their consciousness with your own."
The Thousand-Faced Player suddenly looked toward Lu Yin and Dan Pu. He wanted to control them. They couldn't see anything and were trapped in darkness, but he could see them. If he could control them and take possession of their power, it wouldn't matter whether they could see.
Dan Pu's body swayed as the Thousand-Faced Player's consciousness invaded him, trying to replace his thoughts. But the next moment, that invading consciousness suddenly vanished. It had been severed.
The Thousand-Faced Player stared at Dan Pu. How could this be? His power of consciousness had been severed? Had this man cultivated the power of consciousness?
Across the countless parallel space-times in the universe, he had encountered many people and many strange races. Very few could cultivate the power of consciousness. Since when had the Lost Race learned to cultivate it?
Suddenly, he looked at Lu Yin again. If Dan Pu had surprised him, then Lu Yin had stunned him, because he could clearly sense that his own power of consciousness was being suppressed.
How was that possible?
The Thousand-Faced Player was dumbfounded. This man was clearly only at the Sixth Origin Tribulation. Using all manner of methods to fight above his level against an Ancestor was already astonishing, a rarity throughout history. And now he even possessed the power of consciousness? That power was his innate talent, and after years