"What the fuck do you mean by my consciousness got displaced"
[The contract you signed allows him to intervene if he feels the situation is life threatening.]
[And seeing how your dumb self just almost had his head lopped off a few moments ago u do seem awfully chirpy.]
"Does that mean he can take over my body whenever he wants? " Long Chen asked, a little worried.
[No, he can't do anything to harm you he only allowed to take control of your body once you're in a situation you can't survive.]
Long Chen let out a sigh of relief.
Azazel stood over Elder Feng's broken body, the red aura swirling around him like obedient serpents. The elder was still alive—barely. His cultivation was shattered, his body ruined, blood pooling beneath him in quantities that should have killed him minutes ago.
But King Realm cultivators were stubborn. Their vitality clung to life even when death would be merciful.
