Picking on the Weak

"Yang Zhen, are you all right?"

With his will probing into the Chaos Universe, Tang Jian sensed Yang Zhen's extremely weak Willpower after suffering severe injuries.

"Lord Tang, I'm fine. I should recover after a while."

Yang Zhen's will barely gathered itself, transmitting a mental ripple.

Suddenly, his will fluctuation showed signs of disorder again, and he let out a pained groan.

"What?" Tang Jian's expression turned grim.

Yang Zhen groaned miserably. "The Witch God can still suppress and control my will. He's still trying to influence me through Willpower."

"Oh?" Tang Jian frowned.

This Witch God was quite formidable.

He had already sealed Yang Zhen's Willpower within the Chaos Universe, yet the Witch God could still influence Yang Zhen through the Chaos Universe.

It seemed the mystery and power of witchcraft exceeded even his expectations.

Yang Zhen said with difficulty, "Lord Tang, the Witch God just used my body to summon the will of the Star Spirit Witch God, but he failed to cast his spell on you. He has likely suffered a backlash from the witchcraft now.

This is a perfect opportunity.

If you want to kill him, you must take this chance and have Vasily force open the passage.

If he tries to stop it, he'll definitely suffer even worse injuries.

If he doesn't stop it, then he'll have no choice but to let you enter the Star Spirit Witch Realm.

I only beg you not to harm the other innocent members of our witch clan. All these sins were caused by the Old Witch God."

"Attack the Star Spirit Witch Realm now?"

Tang Jian pondered slightly.

During that brief exchange with the Old Witch God, he had already experienced the other party's strength.

Especially that witchcraft which summoned the mysterious Star Spirit Witch God—it made him