Collin walked in the empty corridor of the basement, dragging the pitch-black long knife casually on the ground, making a series of small and crisp sounds.
The blade that could cut through metal and iron left a long scratch on the specially made ground, hanging behind Collin like a small tail. Seeing his true form that had finally seen the light of day being treated so rudely, Dylan felt abnormally not annoyed.
The long robe fluttered without wind. Dylan did not sneak into Collin's mind like the first time. Instead, he floated behind Collin like a ghost.
He has no soul or spirit. Not to mention Collin, even if there are ten yin and yang eyes who are well versed in metaphysics, they can't see him if he doesn't want to appear.
The one-way link was successfully established. Dylan had already planted a trace of his spiritual consciousness into Collin's body. With the help of this spirit, as long as the other party could touch the edge of the law of creation, he would be able to have his own body again.
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