Gou Jun mobilized his soul power, sending it through the arm pressed against Song Wen's head and into Song Wen's sea of consciousness.
Song Wen's sea of consciousness lay wide open, completely undefended. Gou Jun's soul power entered without the slightest obstruction.
Gou Jun could clearly sense that deep within Song Wen's sea of consciousness, Song Wen's soul stood still, utterly motionless.
"You know your place," Gou Jun's voice echoed through Song Wen's sea of consciousness.
Song Wen's soul said, "My life is in your hands, Fellow Daoist. How would I dare deceive you?"
"Though you are cooperating, there are still matters I must guard against," Gou Jun said.
As soon as he spoke, Gou Jun's soul power surged continuously into Song Wen's sea of consciousness like a tide.
The soul power transformed into a tentacle that tightly wrapped around Song Wen's soul, leaving it unable to move.
The scene before him convinced Gou Jun that Song Wen was now meat on the chopping block, free for him to carve as he pleased.
Gou Jun hesitated no longer and guided his own soul into Song Wen's sea of consciousness.
"Your sea of consciousness is rather stable, but from now on, it will be mine," Gou Jun said smugly.
"Not necessarily."
Seeing that Gou Jun's soul had entered his sea of consciousness, Song Wen no longer feigned weakness. His voice brimmed with mockery.
Gou Jun froze, but did not dwell on it. He merely assumed that Song Wen had deliberately lured him into his sea of consciousness, hoping to use the home-field advantage there for one last desperate struggle.
He sneered. "Your soul is already under my control. What storm can you possibly stir up? I had intended to spare your soul, but since you insist on seeking death, I can