"Rumble..."
Wave after wave of cold Sword Intent battered Yan Fei's sea of consciousness, seeking to take his place.
Yan Fei struggled in agony. His aura fluctuated and his Sword Intent twisted as he resisted desperately, yet he could do nothing against the Demonic Chief.
The moment he agreed to merge with the Demonic Chief, his fate had already been sealed.
His Immortal Spirit Sword Intent had clashed with the demonic Sword Intent, and he had willingly dispersed it. From then on, he could only accept the demonic Sword Intent and follow that road into darkness.
And the Demonic Chief was born of demonic Sword Intent. How could demonic Sword Intent hurt him?
Within moments, Yan Fei's aura gradually weakened, and his struggles grew smaller.
At that moment, his pupils turned completely pitch-black, devoid of any light.
Pure Sword Intent of the Demonic Path erupted from within him.
Boom-
"Hahahaha..."
"Yan Fei" threw back his head and laughed, but his voice was no longer his own. Cold and hoarse, it carried a chilling murderous aura. "Trash will always be trash. Even when I gave you a chance, you were useless. In that case, give yourself over to me completely!"
As he spoke, black mist enveloped his entire body. Then the mist dispersed, and "Yan Fei's" face distorted, gradually becoming that of the Demonic Chief.
Everyone present shuddered at the sight.
A Sword Spirit had turned on its master and possessed him?!
The mighty "Desolate Sword" Yan Fei, Heavenly Master Sun En's sworn enemy, was simply gone?!
"Hehehe..."
Yan Fei, who now looked exactly like the Demonic Chief, exuded icy Sword Intent. Carefully savoring Yan Fei's physical shell, the Demonic Chief chuckled sinisterly. "Having a physical body feels truly marvelous!"
"From this day onward, I, the Demonic Chief, will no longer