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Hearing Yao Long's words, I was taken aback. Could it be that Yao Long was under the control of Pusa?!
Thinking this, I raised Jiang Ling and sternly questioned Pusa, "What have you done to my friend?! Let him go, or else..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Yao Long drew his bow and shot an arrow. I couldn't dodge in time and hurriedly raised Jiang Ling to block in front of me.
There was a sharp sound as Yao Long's arrow struck Jiang Ling, bursting into blue sparks right before my eyes. Although the arrow did not harm Jiang Ling, the force of Yao Long's shot was undeniable, causing Jiang Ling's blade to hum with a resonating sound.
"Or else what? Are you going to kill your friend?" Pusa sneered, slowly retreating and gradually disappearing into the darkness.
"Wait!" I shouted anxiously, stepping forward with my sword, trying to intercept Pusa. But just as I took a couple of steps, Yao Long suddenly turned to face me, drawing back his Azure Spirit bow, which was already nocked with another arrow, pressing it against my forehead. "I'm sorry, Shen Xu..."
With that, he prepared to release the tension on the bowstring.
Anticipating his move, I quickly grabbed Jiang Ling with my other hand and swung the hilt down hard onto Yao Long's hand.
At the moment he released the bowstring, his hand holding the Azure Spirit was struck by the hilt. The arrow engulfed in flames lost its aim and whizzed past me with a rush of wind.
Looking back at Pusa, it had completely vanished into the darkness while Yao Long was blocking me. All that remained was its eerie voice echoing in the shadows, "If you want to kill me, you should start by killing your friend..."
Hearing its words distracted me slightly. I was about to provoke it verbally to draw it out so I could eliminate it. But unexpectedly, at that moment of distraction, Yao Long had already flipped the Azure Spirit around and pressed the bowstring against my neck.
I could clearly feel that slender and flexible bowstring was like a sharp blade; if Yao Long moved it even slightly now, my neck would surely be cut open. If he applied just a bit more pressure, my head would roll.
Even if Void Spirit's power could heal my wounds later, it wouldn't be able to recreate a head or body.
"Yao Long, calm down! It's me, Shen Xu!" I dared not move an inch and cautiously spoke to Yao Long, hoping to bring him back to his senses just as I had done when using Hatred initially.
Upon hearing my words, Yao Long seemed to waver. Although his facial expression did not change, the bowstring pressed against my neck remained still.
Seeing the situation, I seized the moment and continued, "Yao Long, you need to wake up! Aren't you supposed to protect the Death Apostle?! If you remain under control like this, how can you possibly protect him?!"
"Shen Xu, I can hear you. My mind is awake, but my body..." As he spoke, Yao Long forcefully pushed the bowstring pressed against my neck forward, and his arm twitched slightly. With his movement, I felt a warm flow slowly rising from my neck, as if the bowstring had embedded itself into my skin.
Although I couldn't feel any pain, I knew for certain that I was injured. But right now, I couldn't afford to think about that; I just wanted Yao Long to break free from the control. So I urged him, "Yao Long! Don't give up! Are you really willing to be controlled like this and do something that harms others?!"
I said this in hopes that Yao Long could use his willpower to resist the control and free himself. However, to my dismay, my words had no effect at all; instead, they drew mockery from Pusa.
"Do you really think this is useful? I'm not controlling his mind; I'm controlling his body. If I wanted to, I could 'cleanse' his soul at any moment, turning him into a mindless killing machine devoid of consciousness and emotion..."
At this point, Pusa suddenly paused. For a moment, I felt a chilling cold on my left shoulder and cheek, as if I were carrying a massive block of ice on my shoulder. Meanwhile, Pusa's voice echoed in my ear: "But doing that would be such a waste. It's rare for such a powerful soul to appear. If he dies filled with Hatred, then his soul after death would surely become even stronger..."
"Shut up..." A surge of anger boiled within me, wanting to roar out loud, but the bowstring around my neck prevented me from making any sound.
"Don't get too worked up," Pusa said as I felt something sharp graze my cheek. "I won't kill you just yet; after all, your soul seems more valuable than his!"
With that, Pusa suddenly let out a sinister laugh and grabbed my head forcefully.
In an instant, an unusual sensation washed over me; I felt myself losing control of my body as my arms fell limply to my sides. The Jiang Ling in my hand clattered to the ground.
"You..." I tried to speak but couldn't; my words were stuck in my throat without making a sound.
Just when I thought I would end up like Yao Long and fall under control as well, the Void Spirit within me suddenly said, "Don't be afraid; I'm still here..."
As soon as those words left its mouth, a wave of heat erupted within me and enveloped my entire body. In that moment, I regained sensation.
"You may be able to control others' souls, but don't forget—I am the God King! To be controlled like this would be too embarrassing!" The Void Spirit declared as it took over my body and unleashed the remaining power within me.
This caught Pusa off guard; he even forgot about controlling Yao Long. As a result, both of them were sent flying by the shockwave generated from the released power.
Seizing the opportunity, Void Spirit used his foot to hook up the fallen Jiang Ling, grabbing her firmly in his hand. He then decisively turned and swung his sword, unleashing a Slash Mark.
In the darkness, illuminated only by the blue flames emanating from Yao Long's body, a faint trace of the Slash Mark could be seen at the moment it was unleashed, but it quickly vanished into the shadows, leaving uncertain whether it had struck Pusa.
"So... so that person Lord Yama spoke of... the not yet fully descended God King... is you..." Pusa's trembling voice echoed in the darkness, revealing a mix of surprise and fear.
"If you know, then come out and die willingly!" Void Spirit replied without hesitation.
"No, no, no, God King, you might have misunderstood. I intend to extract you from this mortal body and present you to Lord Yama."
As Pusa finished speaking, Void Spirit tightened his grip on Jiang Ling and swiftly turned to face Yao Long, who had been knocked back by the impact.
At that moment, Yao Long had already risen to his feet. The Azure Spirit in his hand shimmered with an otherworldly blue and white flame, and three sharp arrows were nocked and aimed directly at me...
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