But Feng Wuming only sneered contemptuously. "You give yourself far too much credit. In their eyes, your Ling Clan is no better than a grasshopper. Do you really think the Rong Clan cares about you?
Stop wasting your energy. Just hand over your physical body obediently. It'll be less painful for you."
"You want to perform a Possession?" Ling Duanhe's expression changed drastically. He endured the pain and tried to gather his Spiritual Power to force him out, but it was completely useless.
"Hmph. If I had a better option, a lowly Qi Cultivator like you wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes. How dare you resist? In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Feng Wuming's tone turned sinister, and he began the forced Possession.
Instantly, Ling Duanhe felt as if countless ants were gnawing on his Divine Soul. The bone-deep agony made his mind wander.
