Seizing his body? Possession?

Qin Ye’s eyes widened, “Isn’t Brother Zhao already a Yin spirit? How can someone else possibly seize his body?”

The Harken stared at Zhao Yun as it explained, “Strictly speaking, it’s not the usual possession that we’re talking about. Haha… Have you already forgotten that the quickest means to a Yin spirit’s advancement is to devour another soul? Put differently, another soul has appeared in Ghost King Zhao’s mind right now. Two minds are vying for dominance and control of the being that we know to be Ghost King Zhao, and whoever comes out on top of this tussle will be known as the future Ghost King Zhao.”

Qin Ye gasped, “Who could be so bold?”

“No idea.” The Harken’s hair stood on end as it spoke through gnashed teeth, “Stand back. His situation… doesn’t look too good.”

Zhao Zilong was just scrutinizing the silver speartip in his hands when he suddenly paused, and then raised his head placidly, “Who are you?”

But before the Harken could even respond, Qin Ye immediately coughed dryly, “Your fan.”

The Harken turned and stared at Qin Ye as though it had seen a ghost.

Likewise, Zhao Yun paused for a moment and gazed deeply into their eyes. A split second later, the speartip in his hand appeared right at Qin Ye’s throat!

It was quick! Quick as lightning!

Furthermore, the air about Zhao Yun had changed completely. If one were to say that the air around Zhao Yun was still that of an enigmatic existence just a little while back, then it was now that of a stinging storm, wrathful and overbearing.

That said, Qin Ye also immediately understood...