Wang Zijia once again communicated with the Leather Instrument, releasing some control over the other's body.
Allowing Lei Ting to speak for himself was the extent of it; he did not go further than that.
However, he did not withdraw the Leather Instrument, letting both the Demon Seeding and the Leather Instrument firmly control the other.
After doing all this, Wang Zijia stepped back to meditate on the Throne of the Frost Temple, his form becoming gigantic, looking down from above at Lei Ting, who stood stiffly in the hall. His expression was indifferent, his eyes scrutinizing.
As if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.
"As a chief deity, and one who has been mingling in the Witch Realm, I'd imagine you have seen your fair share of those who play with corpses. So, you should be quite clear about your current situation, right?"
The Lord of Thunder had a dark expression and did not speak.
He was more than clear about it!
