Like Black Demon, Mo Zhan's spirit shadow had long since dispersed.
Now, like Ying Beitong, the first-generation lord of the Cosmic Vein, all that remained of him was a phantom imprint left behind during his lifetime.
He had left his inheritance to Zhan Hu. After that, Zhan Hu could rely only on himself.
The Demonic Battle Heaven-Constant Art that Mo Zhan had modified contained a powerful attribute that restrained Cang Lang, so although Cang Lang's spirit shadow was powerful, it could not fully unleash its strength...
Inside Zhan Hu's body, it could only exert an extremely weak power.
But if Zhan Hu could not hold on and failed to win, Cang Lang could still seize Zhan Hu's body.
With his final words, Mo Zhan's faint glow gradually vanished.
And without realizing it, Zhan Hu's face was already streaked with tears. He seemed to grieve instinctively at Mo Zhan's departure. Sikong Jing's image suddenly flashed through his mind again, and he clenched his teeth until they bled.
"I, Zhan Hu, absolutely cannot let everything the Young Sect Master has done for the Demon Vein and the Cosmic Vein go to waste!"
"I will win!"
Zhan Hu swore madly in his heart and roared aloud.
He continued absorbing Mo Zhan's inheritance, desperately trying to regain control of his own body. Because Mo Zhan's faint glow had been present earlier, Cang Lang's spirit-shadow power was temporarily unable to invade Zhan Hu's spirit shadow.
At that moment, Cang Lang snarled, "Insignificant demon, this is a futile struggle."
Naturally, he knew that Mo Zhan had completely vanished, leaving behind only the last scraps of strength to protect Zhan Hu. As long as he fully controlled Zhan Hu's body, he could devour Zhan Hu's spirit shadow in return and destroy Mo Zhan's power.
Hearing this, Zhan