The process had been extremely tortuous. Angel's cautious detour had finally achieved its purpose, but the experience sounded a warning bell for him. To prevent such a reversal, his spiritual body should not easily enter strangers' bodies in the future.
Lu Wu, who had been controlled by the black magic and lost his connection to it, realized that something had changed. Upon hearing Mirai's voice, he appeared as calm as usual, completely unlike the tyranny of someone controlled by black magic. Lu Wu was certain that the black magic had failed, yet he still found it unbelievable and was deeply confused.
"How did this happen? How did this happen?" Lu Wu muttered as he looked at the composed Mirai.
He had known that failure had been inevitable, but when Mirai's spiritual body invaded his body, Lu Wu had seemed to see hope again. If the black magic could devour Mirai, it could possess a young and vigorous body and coexist with Lu Wu. However, that newly arisen hope vanished without mercy. Lu Wu naturally found it even harder to accept.
But Mirai had no interest in answering his questions. He disliked people who wasted others' lives like this. The three hands struck without missing for even an instant. They entered Lu Wu's forehead, heart, and throat without obstruction, directly destroying his brain. Because of the black magic, others could not read Lu Wu's memories. Naturally, there was no need to explain the dark magic.
As Mirai and the others killed Lu Wu, the soul fire in Qu Ling's eyes flickered for a moment. Some rune-like writing emerged from the soul fire and turned to ash in an instant. Bone Spirit felt lighter than before and could not help laughing. Duodelunchang and Mirai were startled and watched him warily.
After laughing