A cluster of hazy mist was driven by Xue An and infused into the forehead of a dull-looking man.
In an instant, the man trembled violently, pain reflected on his face.
Xue An immediately released his Divine Sense to help the man fuse with the mist.
Unfortunately, only lasting a moment, blood began to flow from the man's mouth and nose, and the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly.
Xue An quickly loosened the control, and the mist floated out from the man's forehead, returning him to a state of foolishness.
"Failed again!" Cha Wenliang said without emotion.
"But this time he held on for at least a dozen more seconds than usual!" Xue An said.
Cha Wenliang shook his head, "It's useless. At the current fusion rate, the subject needs to last at least three minutes for any hope of success. But this pain is almost catastrophic, and ordinary soul strength simply cannot bear it!"
Xue An fell silent.
He knew what Cha Wenliang said was true.
