So it really had spent all those years within the secret realm—so long that even Shu Wenzhou, who had once hated his own power, had let go of everything and returned to chaos.
Black Mist could not help letting out a sigh. There was no emotion in the sound; it simply suddenly wanted to do so, and so it did. It thought that returning to a body again did not feel as wonderful as it had imagined.
Black Mist was somewhat angry—or rather, utterly furious. What had that demon done to its perfectly good body?! That body had been so healthy, capable of swinging a hammer and forging iron, yet it had become so frail?!
"What did you do to my body?! Go die!"
The Demonic Heart inwardly cried that it was innocent. The body had already been battered and broken when it dug it up. If it had not patched it together bit by bit, could it still have lasted until now, enough to house the soul of a Body Integration Cultivator?
"You're the one who should go die!" Damn thing—since it was dead, it should have died thoroughly! What did it mean by coming back now?!
The two forces launched a fierce struggle for ownership of the body. As the Body Integration power spilled out, it inevitably wrought enormous destruction upon the surroundings. City Lord Shen Lü had originally been keeping watch outside the door, but upon hearing the commotion, he could not help knocking—only to be stopped by the demon's shout.
"Why not call him in and let him see what kind of worthless trash you are!"
The demon gave a cold snort. "You think that if you hold me back, your precious son will escape disaster?"
Black Mist's heart jolted, and it immediately sped up its