Lin Yuan's brow, Spirit Space.
Lin Yuan's face remained calm as he looked at the Ghost Nightmare posing before him and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly are you? How can you directly enter my Spirit Space?"
"Heh heh."
The eerie laughter of the Ghost Taoist echoed.
"Such a remote and ignorant place."
After speaking, a long tongue extended from his mouth, licking his lips before the Ghost Taoist's face twisted into a grimace: "This is the real me, the Ghost Nightmare Body."
"The physical body you killed earlier was merely the shell of a soul I devoured last time."
The Ghost Taoist lightly swung its sharp sickle claw and chuckled softly: "I've said so much, so are you ready to be devoured by me? Heh heh."
"Devour."
At this moment, Lin Yuan finally understood, and a slight tremor arose in his heart.
"If my soul is devoured by you, will my body also be taken over?"
