Bat King: His Tiny Head Was Filled with Huge Question Marks

"Pant... pant..."

Tang San, having completed Martial Soul Possession, was sprawled on the ground.

He gasped painfully for breath, and even the sounds he made had turned into strange muffled grunts.

"This... this is impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang stared at Tang San within the formation, now transformed into a bizarre creature walking upright. His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen as his entire body shook like a sieve.

Others might not recognize this state of Martial Soul Possession, but how could Yu Xiaogang possibly fail to recognize it?!

This was not some Twin Martial Souls mutation at all!

This was clearly... clearly...!!

But... why had it appeared on his disciple?!

And why had it become a possession state?!

"Tea... Teacher..."

Tang San struggled to raise his face, which had already become completely twisted and distorted.

He could not feel the tyranny of the Clear Sky Hammer, nor could he feel the vitality of the Blue Silver Emperor.

All he felt was that he had become bloated and clumsy, and that he could not stop himself from wanting to release some foul-smelling gas.

He blankly stared at his hands, now thick and stubby, then looked at Yu Xiaogang's expression as though he had seen a ghost.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and terror instantly drowned him.

He had survived countless near-death trials, endured inhuman torture, and placed all his hopes on this Grandmaster and the forbidden formation of the evil soul master, hoping to awaken a God-Level Martial Soul and kill Ye Yuan for revenge.

Yet in the end... what the hell had he awakened?!

"No! Xiaosan! Listen to my explanation! There must be something wrong with this formation! That book came from Spirit Hall—this is Ye Yuan's plot!!"

Seeing the murderous look in