"A trap!"
Jiang Yi's heart started to palpitate like a raging sea; this ancient corpse had actually called him in order to take possession of his body?
Thirty thousand years?
This was evidently thirty thousand Higher-Domain years. This Mighty God Race absolute master formidable martial artist's corpse had been dead for thirty thousand Higher-Domain years; his remnant soul actually still remained. That was a little too terrifying, right?
Regardless of the situation—as it was a matter of life and death, Jiang Yi instinctively thought about self-preservation. Without any hesitation and ignoring the green light that was rushing into his soul spirit, he immediately circulated his Xiaozhuan characters as a six-colored flame appeared in his hands as he slammed it furiously at that ancient corpse.
Buzz!
