Powerful energy clashed with the energy released by Su Zhanze, and it was clear that the Evil Spirit was also obstinate, its unwillingness to concede was palpable.
Su Zhanze sneered at the thought of demonic possession, noticing silver needles that hadn't fully penetrated the Evil Spirit's flesh. He surmised that the needles were surely having an effect; otherwise, how could the Evil Spirit suddenly surge with such vigor? It had to be the work of those silver needles.
Damn it, even if there are silver needles, what of it? They're just giving it a burst of energy. As soon as that energy is gone, I'd like to see what good those needles do.
Refusing to believe he couldn't defeat it, Su Zhanze was weakening, but he still had confidence. Under his control, the Dragon Slayer Sword seemed to transform into a dragon head, with an ethereal Green Dragon coiling around Su Zhanze, suspended in midair.
