"This junior has far too many hidden reserves. Now that he has the Golden Dragon Horn in hand, I'm no match for him..."
The man slowly rose into the air, holding the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain Fragment, his expression dark.
His arms were mangled and bloody, most of his black battle armor had shattered, and his gray-white face was covered in dust and blood. He looked utterly bedraggled. Yet the killing intent in his gray-white eyes had not faded at all; instead, it burned even more wildly, like two balls of ghost fire about to explode.
He knew he definitely could not defeat his opponent, nor could he escape from him.
Both were Body Cultivators, and their speed was comparable. Wherever he fled, Chen Changming could pursue him. Running would only waste his strength.
His only hope of turning the tables was to use the Ancient Ghost Clan's secret art to possess Chen Changming completely.
Among the Ancient Ghost Clan, this secret art should have been the specialty of Ancient Ghosts who followed the cultivation path.
Although he was not adept at it, he could still perform it with the power of the Primordial Yin-Yang Mountain Fragment.
But once he used it, his original body would wither and perish within a few years.
After possessing Chen Changming, returning to the Ancient Ghost Clan would also be extremely troublesome, because finding another Ancient Ghost Body would be exceedingly difficult.
He had spent ten thousand years laying plans to obtain his current body. Abandoning it just like this pained him so much that his heart almost bled.
But he understood even more clearly that he had no way back. He could neither win nor escape. Unless he staked his life, death was his only path.
Huff...
After making his decision, the man drew