Cao Xing contemplated the strategy to deal with the demon.
Through his observations over this period, he had noticed a pattern.
The demon possessed beings with power of at most the third-tier.
And those of their kind who were at the fourth rank had not yet been possessed by this demon.
A spark of insight flashed in Cao Xing's mind.
"In other words, the demon's possession, while troublesome, isn't without flaws."
"If we disperse everyone below the third-tier around me, leaving it without a target to possess, could we force it to reveal its true form?"
As he analyzed these things,
A soldier who had been possessed suddenly went berserk, seemingly attempting to attack Franciska.
The witch furrowed her delicate brows, stretched out her slender jade hand, and casually slapped.
"Bang!"
An invisible spiritual power exploded, sending the soldier flying hundreds of meters.
