Nightfall Cold Pool, the Taiji Secret Realm, and Windforest Star River.
Su Jiu stared at the Demonic Sword in Fang Dong's hand for a while, feeling that something was off...
But the current situation clearly would not leave Su Jiu much time to think.
Because the Demon Spirit that had merged into Fang Dong's body made its move.
Su Jiu noticed that his movements had still been stiff when he first chopped off the sharp-faced man's arm. Yet after barely a dozen breaths, the spirit could already control Fang Dong's body with ease.
Now, the Demon Spirit was fighting the sharp-faced man's two other friends.
It had to be said that Fang Dong, controlled by the Demon Spirit, was far more formidable than he had been on his own.
In barely a dozen breaths, he had severely wounded both male cultivators.
The two exchanged a glance and moved to flee, but how could the Demon Spirit, now fully accustomed to controlling Fang Dong's body, let them go so easily?
Watching their retreating backs as they were about to escape into the distance, the Demon Spirit suddenly curled his lips into a chilling smile.
Immediately afterward, two streams of demonic qi appeared in his palm and shot toward their backs like sharp arrows.
The two pointed streams of demonic qi pierced straight through their backs at the heart, sending both cultivators crumpling to the ground on the spot...
Then Fang Dong's gaze landed on the sharp-faced man hiding in the crowd.
Seeing that he had been singled out, the sharp-faced man instantly broke into a cold sweat.
His restless eyes darted again, and he suddenly shouted at the crowd, "Haven't you noticed yet? Fang Dong isn't Fang Dong anymore! He's been possessed by a demonic beast! Otherwise, how could he possibly