Blinking frequently,
twisting his neck,
his arms and thigh joints also exhibited a bizarre sense of disharmony.
His facial expressions were changing subtly and continuously.
Perhaps because of anger, or perhaps because Mo Wan uncharacteristically did not attempt to seize control of the body during this integration, Zheng Fan still retained his consciousness and control over his own body.
"Pfft!"
Xue Three struggled to lift his head from the shards, his clothes torn to tatters, and after raising his head, spat out a mouthful of blood.
After Mo Wan's power was infused into my lord's body, the lord, who was already a rank higher than Xue Three, instantly gained the ability to suppress him.
Because Mo Wan could see through most of his movements, and its speed attached to my lord could offset Xue Three's own speed.
If it were another demon king, perhaps exchanging a few more blows was possible, but no way, Xue Three's abilities here were almost ineffective.
