The Anonymous Evil Thing

Something alerted Shi Yan immediately. He hugged Xia Xin Yan and left the area, his face as cold as ice.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Spark's veins and intestines were like smart and agile snakes, aiming at Shi Yan to coil him.

At the same time, a cold and evil aura came together with those snake-like intestines and blood veins. Unexpectedly, it seeped into Shi Yan's Sea of Consciousness and slowed down his soul altar.

That cold and evil aura was like the Soul Consciousness of a terrifying soul that was able to affect and confine the warrior's soul.

"Boom!"

A strong blow suddenly hit his chest. Shi Yan couldn't believe it and he looked at Xia Xin Yan.

Xia Xin Yan wore a numb face. She seemed to have gotten possessed. She was now a puppet that didn't have control over her body. Her cold eyes didn't sparkle with human emotions anymore. They were cold and sharp like ice.

She had just attacked Shi Yan at his chest and gotten rid of his embrace.