After the crystal sank into his mind, Xu Qingtong froze on the spot, his eyes wide and his mouth half open.
Only after the time it took to drink a cup of tea did his mouth move, stiffly forcing out a few words. "This body is far too weak!"
Then "Xu Qingtong" walked over to the pile of bones and reached out to remove the thirteenth vertebra.
This vertebra was distinctly different from the others, a dark green so deep it shone black.
"Xu Qingtong" pressed the vertebra against his back. Strangely, it slowly sank into his body, fusing with his own vertebra.
The instant the dark-green vertebra merged into him, Xu Qingtong's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and dark-green patterns appeared on his skin.
Pain appeared on Xu Qingtong's face. He let out a tiger's roar, clenched his hands into fists, and pounded the ground relentlessly.
"Hmm? This brat really is tenacious!" Xu Qingtong murmured in surprise.
"It's no use! Brat, stop resisting. Once this body's transformation is complete, you'll have no chance of surviving!" Xu Qingtong continued. "No matter how powerful your divine sense is, you're nothing but an ant before us of the Devil Race!"
At that moment, in a corner of Xu Qingtong's Niwang Palace, his two primordial spirits were desperately resisting a monster with two horns on its head.
He had already lost control of his body. Driven into a corner by the two-horned monster, he held a shield before him, desperately protecting his entire body.
He now understood what had happened. Those bones were the remains of Mokali, the Devil Race leader who had invaded the Central Province continent ten thousand years ago.
Mokali had been gravely wounded by the combined strength of True Person Yuhua, a mighty cultivator of the Human Race at the