With a violent impact, these blood and flesh pieces acted as if alive, desperately drilling into Lu Wei's nose, eyes, ears, mouth, and even pores. Incredibly, some eerie roarings emerged from within them.
Nest usurpation.
Although these pieces of flesh had lost consciousness, they retained the most basic instincts, a power inherited in the bloodline.
Just like how Demons are innately chaotic, the Devil's genes also harbor seeds of evil and conspiracy. Now, these seeds, having lost their soil, floated in the wind and upon encountering Lu Wei, they saw him as fertile land, attempting to take root and sprout.
If these wills successfully occupied him, even if Lu Wei succeeded, he would become a pure Devil, devoid of any human consciousness.
Under such intense occupation, Lu Wei's eyes turned blood-red, lying in bed as if enduring some pain, even his voice turned hoarse.
The voice was like the tormented souls of Hell, emitting a painful wail.
Not good!
Lu Wei's will stood no chance against these dark seeds and would soon be transformed into a pure Devil!
Compared to ordinary beasts and bugs, the Devil's genes are more domineering and extreme, a fact even Chen Feng couldn't have anticipated!
"How dare you!"
Chen Feng was enraged beyond measure; he had prepared so much and couldn't stand to let someone else take the harvest.
Crack!
The ground beneath started to crack, and a scorching flame surged from Chen Feng's body; the room's temperature instantly rose by several degrees, transforming it into a volcano.
He had to stop Lu Wei from going mad; once his consciousness was occupied, all his efforts would dissipate like smoke!
Divine Descent!
Chen Feng's power directly infused into Lu Wei's body. For some Evil Gods, they could temporarily possess the bodies of believers through Divine Descent.
Of course, the more devout, the greater the chance of possession, which is why Fanatics were so precious.
This implied that whenever necessary for an Evil God, every Fanatic could become an avatar of its essence, facilitating the actions of the Divine Spirits. Even if they died unexpectedly, all that was lost was some power and believers, without affecting real life.
At this time, the originally trembling Lu Wei showed a hint of heat on his body, causing his shaking figure to gradually calm down.
As for Chen Feng, the current situation wasn't optimistic. Just as he was performing the Divine Descent, some Devil's will from Lu Wei's body suddenly invaded his mind.
In an instant, a scene of Purgatory emerged in his mind, terrifyingly vivid, filled with chaotic slaughter and treacherous conspiracies.
A creature covered in pustules, with a massive filthy mouth and blood-red eyes staring at him, invoked a chilling fear at first glance.
The will of the Scorpion Demon invaded Chen Feng's mind. In his mind, this Devil leapt out, and Chen Feng immediately smelled a nauseating stench of blood. Surrounding him was a churned sea of blood, as if submerged within it.
Moreover, another Devil, covered in exoskeletons like a porcupine, crawled towards him. At this moment, Chen Feng stood alone, completely trapped between these two Devils, with no way out.
This feeling was one of countless, terrifying panic.
"Hmph! If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time. What are mere wills? Turn to ashes for me!"
However, Chen Feng remained unpanicked; his blood coursed with Flame Demon's vitality, having even confronted Rose's avatar before. Compared to those legendary beings and Evil Gods, such intimidation was trivial.
The flames on Chen Feng's body burned fiercer, like a volcanic eruption, instantly shattering all illusions with no chance of returning to haunt.
Simultaneously!
An absolute chill of intent conveyed into Chen Feng's mind.
Killing intent!
This was a killing intent!
This killing intent seeped like icy winds, penetrating without gaps, saturating Chen Feng's body.
The aura of slaughter unleashed waves of terror from deep within his physique. Even the Undead Mage, devoid of life, became solemn, gripping the Bone Staff tightly in hand.
Finally, the howling Lu Wei ceased his screams, yet his face now bore splotches of dark spots.
Everything happened too abruptly, the dark spots spreading across his face in an instant like a flickering spark.
"Mmph, mmph..."
A suppressed sound emerged from Lu Wei's mouth, and the next moment, he suddenly knelt to the ground. Despite great resistance, the dark spots still spread across his left side.
An evil will appeared unexpectedly.
A power within him was awakening.
The youth hung his head.
His entire body began to tremble violently.
"Hehe..." Suddenly, a hoarse laughter came from Lu Wei's throat as he slowly raised his head, his cheeks adorned with mottled runes.
In that moment, his eyes unleashed an absolute terrifying will, akin to a hurricane, seemingly capable of destroying everything.
Chen Feng could sense it; the other's demeanor suddenly grew extremely unfamiliar, an evil aura faintly familiar.
This is...
The power of the Devil!