Liao Yu simply ignored him; he was desperately struggling for control of his body with his adversary.
It was evident from Liao Yu's complexion that he was in severe distress, his expression twisted in pain.
Clearly, suppressing the remnants of the soul required an immense amount of strength.
This was only because the remnant soul had previously forced control of his body to fight, draining enormous strength. Otherwise, Liao Yu would not have been able to suppress it at all.
The disparity between them was too great, and even though it was Liao Yu's body, the overwhelming power meant that even his home-ground advantage hardly helped in suppressing the adversary.
"Act now, and if it's not possible, just kill me," Liao Yu said, his face twisted in agony.
Qin Hao smiled faintly, his demeanor calm. Nine Golden Needles appeared and pierced Liao Yu's head in the pattern of a formation.
