"Shut up if you don't want to die!"
In response to Zhao Jianji's wails and struggles, Wu Dao merely barked a cold order.
With his Stinging Dragon Pupil, he saw everything with perfect clarity, peering past the physical form to gaze directly upon Zhao Jianji's Divine Soul and consciousness.
In his vision…
Zhao Jianji's Spiritual Consciousness was like a burning torch.
But at this moment, the torch was shrouded in a layer of rank black qi, which was slowly devouring Zhao Jianji's own consciousness.
If this were to continue,
he would inevitably become muddled and confused, reduced to a mere puppet at someone else's beck and call.
'Interesting. The same Demon Qi?'
Wu Dao's gaze turned cold. His Spiritual Consciousness morphed into a tentacle, plunged into Zhao Jianji's mind, and forcefully ripped out the familiar black qi.
THUMP.
As Wu Dao's grip loosened,
