The spectral hands seemed to possess a lifeforce of their own, slowly extending toward the ground and tightly entangling the shadow cast by Jiang Shouzhong's fallen figure, creating an eerie and suffocating atmosphere.
Jiang Shouzhong seemed unaware of all this.
Yet his face displayed an expression of profound pain, and his lips continued to chant the floating words, as if he had succumbed to possession.
The dark liquid surrounding him began to writhe, showing signs of agitation.
Black vein-like lines started to appear across Jiang Shouzhong's body.
The Taoist Ancestor watched this scene with an emotionless expression, gazing at the possessed Jiang Shouzhong, and a sinister, pleased smile curved at the corner of his lips involuntarily.
His body trembled slightly.
As if an insidious plan had succeeded, he was brimming with excitement.
