In the void of darkness, a phantom figure exact to Jiang Chen's appearance, his face twisted in agony, stared at a scene in front of him as though it was a movie screen.
This was Jiang Chen's trapped soul, watching everything outside through the perspective of a third party!
"Bastard! Bastard! Eight-Headed Serpent!"
Jiang Chen's face was filled with rage, but his body was controlled, his soul imprisoned; he was completely incapable of any resistance!
Suddenly, Jiang Chen thought of something and bellowed out, "I don't care what you are, you better listen up, I know you're in my body. If you don't come out this time, next time you dare to appear, I'll eradicate you even in death! That pure Dragon Qi, get out!"
"And now, please enjoy the union on stage, hahaha..." The debased voice of the Eight-Headed Serpent came from the mouth of the dark Jiang Chen as he reached out his murky hand toward Tang Wanru's upper garment.
