"Impossible!"
"You're nothing but a mortal. How could you possibly withstand thirty percent of this Lord's formation power?!"
The demonic shadow suddenly widened its eyes and cried out in shock, unable to believe what it was seeing.
It could not understand how its overwhelmingly powerful Devil Race grand formation had failed to do anything to Yi Feng. Even if it had only used thirty percent of its strength, there should not have been no reaction at all.
Forget possessing him—it could not even tear out the man's soul.
Something was seriously wrong here!
Yi Feng finally understood.
So this bastard had not even been serious!
Brother.
You were trying to possess someone. This was a matter of life and death. Could you at least take it seriously?
Damn it!
How much effort had he put into trying to die? When had he ever not given it his all? Yet this little punk had been handed a possession target on a silver platter and was actually being so careless!
He truly did not know how fortunate he was!
The more Yi Feng looked, the angrier he became. He began lecturing the shadow.
"Could you put some strength into it? Thirty percent feels like you're scratching an itch through a blanket! Where's all that swagger from before? You called it some terrifying Devil Race grand formation—aren't you ashamed of yourself?!"
The demonic shadow froze at the scolding, then narrowed its eyes viciously!
"Good, good!"
"You are indeed no ordinary person. For a mere human soul to withstand thirty percent of this Lord's power, you are qualified to be proud!"
"This Lord will now use his full strength. Let's see what capital you still have to keep shouting!"
The instant its harsh words fell—
The demonic shadow immediately gathered all its black mist,