Something struck Chen Ming as strange.
He immediately used Void Sight to take a closer look.
What he saw caught him off guard...
Deep inside the dashing man's head was a worm!
And it wasn't merely shaped like a worm.
Nor had it physically taken over the man's brain.
It had taken over his mind!
If that worm had been right before his eyes, an ordinary glance would never have identified it as one.
It looked more like something indescribable, something eerie.
Only the perception conveyed by Void Sight let Chen Ming know what its true form was.
The Blood Race aura radiating from the dashing man came from that "worm" in his head, too.
Chen Ming realized it at once.
The man had clearly been parasitized.
And the parasite had invaded him on a mental level...
The man's Spirit Body had died long ago.
A Blood Race worm had occupied his body.
"Who are you? You are definitely not Commander Yan!"
A Saint stepped forward, his eyes locked on the dashing man holding the long halberd.
The others wore grave expressions as well.
Clearly, they knew who the man was.
But they had also noticed something wrong with him.
They didn't have Chen Ming's Void Sight.
As Saints, though, their senses were exceptionally keen.
"Are you talking about the original owner of this body?"
The man spoke.
His voice was steady, but an oddly soft, feminine note ran through it.
"Him..."
Then, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly smiled. "His 'body' was delicious. I can still savor it."
As he spoke, a look of rapture spread across his formerly heroic face.
His eyes narrowed, and a flush even rose to his cheeks...
That whole succession of expressions, worn on a dashing man's face...
It was frankly