Wang Zhan shrugged indifferently, "Since things have come to this point, we can only face it. Now is not the time to worry; we must quickly find a solution to the problem."
"Moreover, you don't need to worry. I've already contacted Ling Ruo to see if we can use some formation techniques to seal the demon god within me. I don't want to give him any opportunity!"
Wang Zhan understood very well that once the demon god took over his body, the entire Star War Battlefield would likely fall into carnage. Such a situation must be avoided as much as possible.
The Sword Spirit sat heavily to the side, even its breathing becoming much more rapid, its hands clenching, clearly very worried, as it had no idea how to help Wang Zhan.
"I'm just useless. If I had any abilities, how could I let you end up in this situation?"
The Sword Spirit spoke directly, then gritted its teeth and said two sentences, its expression becoming much grimmer.
