None of the hundreds of rat demons stood a chance against Pang Guang. They fell one after another, unable to withstand his power.
After a dozen breaths, the air was filled with the savory aroma of skewers.
Chen Yu, rubbing his belly, muttered, "Damn conditioned reflex."
"Pang Guang, withdraw your divine ability."
The God Possession resembled more of a ghostly possession than a true divine possession.
Of course, the spirits they summoned were not ordinary wanderers; they were the gods and ghosts of the underworld.
The higher the cultivation of a God's Possession Sorcerer, the more gods of the underworld they could attract, akin to Dragon Tiger Mountain's method of summoning generals from the past.
With Pang Guang's cultivation, attracting the possession of a fire ghost was already pushing his limits.