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Despite the impressive coordination between Qi Xiaomian and Sang Qingxiao, the struggle they faced was known only to the two of them. Sang Qingxiao fared somewhat better, having sustained only minor injuries. Qi Xiaomian, however, was closer to Qi Hao and was not only on the offensive but also had to expend mental energy to shield Sang Qingxiao from attacks. To an outsider, he appeared much more disheveled, with a wound that ran from his right shoulder down to his left lower abdomen, visibly exposing flesh and blood.
Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, growing bolder with each confrontation, his strikes becoming faster and more ferocious. Meanwhile, Qi Hao's mental state crumbled even before his body did, and far more severely. Although he had dispelled most of the spirits within him, it proved ineffective. The remaining spirits were strong but did not heed his commands as before.
At this moment, he faced both internal and external threats; not only was he entangled in combat with the two opponents, but he also had to guard against the spirits within him losing balance and seizing the opportunity to wrest control of his body. As another spirit was shattered by Sang Qingxiao, Qi Hao's anxiety peaked.
He could no longer allow this situation to deteriorate further. Weighing the consequences, he made a bold decision. He called out within himself, offering that if anyone could eliminate the two in front of him, he would relinquish control of his body.
The first call went unanswered by any spirit. They had been with him long enough to understand his character; he always had a backup plan. Why should they take such risks now? All the spirits with ulterior motives waited patiently for Qi Hao to weaken further; the more vulnerable he became, the easier it would be to seize control.
They even hoped that Qi Xiaomian and Sang Qingxiao would strike harder. Realizing there was no response from within his body, Qi Hao gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew well what these malicious spirits were thinking, but given the dire circumstances, he had no choice but to take another step back.
He called out again, stating that he was willing to seal away his own spirits completely and relinquish control entirely, all in hopes of surviving without being scattered into oblivion. This time, he finally sensed a stir within him.
Some spirits were intrigued; sealing himself off sounded good—if he willingly confined himself, it would be even better. They could then impose more shackles from outside, making it impossible for Qi Hao to regain control later on.
"Can you all wait a moment?" Qi Hao's words stirred their interest again, but this sudden plea infuriated many of the spirits. The tension within him nearly caused a rupture in his body; it was a lesson taught by the spirits themselves. In that moment, Qi Xiaomian struck him with a blade across his right chest.
Qi Hao quickly retreated to dodge while simultaneously continuing to communicate with the spirits within him.
He said he had one last thing to do, and during this time, the multitude of spirits could select a candidate to take control of this body.
Though the words sounded dismissive, the spirits quieted down.
At that moment, Qi Hao suddenly stopped fleeing and waited for Qi Xiaomian to come closer. When they were within a certain distance, he suddenly splashed a bowl of medicine at him.
The smell was foul and fishy, completely overpowering the scent of the medicine itself; it was clear that it was not something good.
Seeing his plan succeed, Qi Hao laughed heartily and said, "I am an Evil Spirit, and you, ungrateful child, are not much better! Did you really think I wouldn't know? You fell off a cliff but somehow made it to Jingjing City unscathed. At that time, I suspected how you survived.
I know better than anyone what lies at the bottom of that cliff. You are no longer human, just like me—deserving of extermination!"
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