Inside the Sea of Consciousness.
Old Ninth was in a bind.
Driving away both the Two-Headed Flood Dragon and the Wraith Fiend was unrealistic.
He could not beat them, either. Finally, an idea struck him.
"I've only got one life. How are you two going to split it?" Old Ninth spread his hands. "Fight it out."
The Two-Headed Flood Dragon and the Wraith Fiend exchanged a glance.
Both looked wary.
Each knew the other was no easy opponent.
"Brat, trying to make us cripple each other?"
The Evil Jiao saw through Old Ninth's little scheme and sneered. "Childish tricks."
"The trick's a little childish, sure, but... you have to fall for it. If one of you won't die, I will."
Old Ninth simply committed to playing dirty, pressing Short Knife deeper against his neck. "I'll count to three. If you don't fight, I'm taking you both with me."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Ha!"
The Wraith Fiend struck first.
He could not afford the gamble.
If Old Ninth was gone, he would disappear too.
Old Ninth's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen the person inside his body fight.
His form shifted endlessly.
In a single instant, Black Old Ninth kept changing appearances, from Old Xie all the way to Nalan.
"Tenderness Around the Finger!"
Black Old Ninth sent out countless threads, shredding the scales on the Black Flood Dragon's body inch by inch.
It was Nalan's signature technique.
Old Ninth stared at Black Old Ninth, dumbfounded. How could he use Nalan's moves?
Before he could react, Nalan changed into A Lang.
"Vajra Body!"
Every time Black Old Ninth turned into someone, he could use that person's ability.
But Old Ninth had killed too few Awakened, limiting Black Old Ninth's strength.
Had Old Ninth killed hundreds or thousands of