The middle-aged man raised his left hand, and the phantom behind him solidified into a terrifying demon god.
Yi Chen's expression shifted slightly. "What?"
He thought of the ability that black sphere had bestowed upon him: plundering the memories of those he killed.
The middle-aged man smiled. "This isn't impossible. It just requires your cooperation. We'll strip out your soul, then cast it into a certain plane to possess a body. Once you've fully taken control of that plane, your mission will be complete. Of course, before that, we'll also gather a great deal of your aura and memories. You won't be able to escape.
"Heh heh, you're doomed."
With that, the middle-aged man extended his hand again, and a speck of red light shot out...
With a muffled pop, Yi Chen's entire clone burst apart, scattering countless fragments of memory all around.
The middle-aged man swept both hands through the air. The yellow sand dancing through the sky transformed into a mire, enveloping Yi Chen's ruined body.
The middle-aged man stepped into the mire and reached for Yi Chen's remaining soul.
Suddenly, a streak of white light shot out of the mire, hurtling toward the middle-aged man's chest.
The middle-aged man hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the white light still pierced his chest, bringing forth a spray of pitch-black blood.
The middle-aged man froze and looked down. A white pearl hovered at his chest, and blood gushed from the wound like a spring.
His expression changed drastically. "Damn it!"
He reached out to seize the white pearl and pull it away, but it had already vanished.
At the same time, Yi Chen felt his consciousness growing hazy, and he gradually lost control of his body.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily a few times. After finishing all his actions, he