"Ning Jiang, you forced our hand! You're courting death!"
The three Primordial Spirits roared in fury, filled with intense hatred as they charged toward Ning Jiang.
Possession was a last resort, an act of desperation.
Ning Jiang had forced them into this corner, so naturally, they hated him to the bone.
"Once I take your body, I'll kill everyone you care about! I'll make them all suffer endlessly!" the red-haired elder roared.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
A Primordial Spirit was more than three times faster than a physical body. In the blink of an eye, they reached the spot between Ning Jiang's eyebrows and drilled right in.
"He's in danger now."
"All three of them have God-Seizing Realm Primordial Spirits, but that boy's is only at the Divinity Transformation Realm. I'd say his chances of survival are slim to none."
"Exactly. Even if the possession fails, they can just self-destruct their Primordial Spirits and take him down with them. Who could possibly stop that?"
