A splitting headache!
Lü Zhong, having just devoured Guna's Divine Soul, was now soaked in a cold sweat. An indescribable, piercing pain washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown his consciousness completely.
A Divine Soul was incredibly delicate.
Even the slightest damage could cause excruciating agony, let alone having a massive amount of foreign material—including the entirety of Guna's life memories—forcefully stuffed inside. This was something he hadn't anticipated at all before the devouring.
The dangers of possession were clear to see.
He bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain granting him a moment of clarity.
Lü Zhong knew he couldn't let this continue. Otherwise, the best-case scenario was a split personality, which could possibly be salvaged. But if his luck was abysmal, his Divine Soul would descend into chaos.
At that point, everything would be irreversible!
Realizing this, he gritted his teeth and entered the Gray Mist Space.
