(The contents of Chapter 27 were posted early. That's been fixed; this is the real Chapter 27.)
Tang Changsheng remembered that of those who undertook the Red Trial, sixty percent died during the descent. .SUIMENG. lā It probably had something to do with the interception he had just faced while descending...
Another twenty percent died just after arrival, before they could recover their strength. This was their weakest, most dangerous moment...
Only the final twenty percent died later, from accidents or other causes. In other words, he was still in danger!
Worse still, he did not even have the strength to lift a finger.
The body he had seized was covered in wounds, but even if it had been uninjured, he still could not have used his power. It was not his own body, after all. Adapting to it after taking it over would take time.
More importantly, his Primordial Spirit seemed separated from this world by a pane of frosted glass. No matter how he tried, he could not see clearly.
This was not the first time Tang Changsheng had encountered such a thing. It had happened in the Tribal Stockade Barbarians' Spirit Realm, too... The Great Dao Secrets here were different, and his Primordial Spirit could not adapt to them. That would take time as well...
In short, Tang Changsheng had no power to fight back. Whichever way he looked at it, he was as good as dead.
Fortunately, nothing so unlucky happened. He heard the people who had found him cheer, then felt them lift him in a flurry of hands. Agony shot through his entire body.
Someone barked a few orders, and they put him down. Soon they had cut some wood, made a makeshift stretcher, and lifted him again.
Tang Changsheng could not understand a