"Once I become completely numb and even develop a sense of identification, I will completely sink. By then, Jiang Chen will easily devour my consciousness and resurrect in this world using my body."
After Fang Cheng finished speaking, he fell silent, as if still digesting the thrilling encounters of that night.
The sports car roared as it drove onto a tree-lined road.
Dappled shadows passed over the windshield, rendering his expression in varying shades of light and dark.
Fang Cheng listened quietly, then asked:
"Jiang Chen's Divine Soul has already been destroyed by me. Could he have other means of resurrection?"
Cheng Jiashu turned the steering wheel, overtaking the truck ahead, his expression serious as he nodded:
"Although you dismantled his Ten Thousand Ghosts Corpse Array that night and destroyed a residual soul of his, the old fiend's consciousness will never vanish so easily."
