Global Demon Transformation.

In the dimly lit alley, a tall, thin young man dressed in light armor stepped out.

He reached the end of the path, faced the damp wall, and took off his pants to relieve himself. Just as he relaxed, he was completely unaware that above his head, a palm-sized dragonfish was gently flapping its wings, its dark pupils silently watching him.

"what sound?"

The young man seemed to have noticed something amiss. Just as he was about to look up, his figure vanished from the spot, as if disappearing into thin air.

Dozens of meters away from the dimly lit path, in a quiet courtyard, in a dark room with its windows tightly closed, the air vibrated slightly, and a tall, thin figure appeared.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

A terrified voice rang out, and the young man, suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar environment, his face filled with undisguised fear.

Facing the bewildered and fearful young man, Lin Feng, standing opposite him, offered no explanation.

"A substitute soul skill! You're Lin Feng?"

Looking at the exaggeratedly large fat man in front of him, the young man asked in a surprised and uncertain tone.

Because of Lin Feng, the Substitute Soul Skill has a great reputation in the Divine Martial Continent, and is more famous than any other divine-level soul skill.

As for the effects of this soul skill, even a three-year-old child knows them.

Apart from Lin Feng, it seems that no one else possesses this soul skill.

This soul skill can be considered Lin Feng's signature.

He could understand Lin Feng's ability to change his body shape.

He just couldn't understand why Lin Feng would return to Witchfall City.

At this time, Wuyun City has two emperors in charge and hundreds of kings. Is Lin Feng really that arrogant and unscrupulous?
"what are you up to?"

The young man staggered backward, asking in surprise.

He glanced around, instinctively wanting to run away, with no intention of resisting.

Lin Feng can easily kill a king-level expert; he is simply no match for an eighth-rank martial artist like Lin Feng.

Lin Feng had no intention of wasting words with a minor character like him and immediately used Nightmare Possession.

As the blood-red, ghostly nightmare appeared, an evil, bloody, and chilling aura enveloped the room. Before the fear could spread, the pressure emanating from the depths of his bloodline and soul made the young man tremble and instinctively kneel on the ground.

He lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably, no longer having the courage to look Lin Feng in the eye.

A crimson phantom danced and floated in mid-air. Its twisted, illusory form swayed and lengthened, as if trying to break free from Lin Feng's body. Its vortex-shaped, bloody pupils surveyed the surrounding environment and the kneeling young man before it, before shifting its gaze to Lin Feng.

Facing the nightmare's gaze, Lin Feng remained unfazed, though his body tensed slightly, ready for battle.

But this time, Nightmare remained calm and showed no intention of making a move.

"Have we returned to the Divine Martial Continent?"

Although located in a closed room, Nightmare could still sense the difference in energy within the space.

As a spirit, this feeling is even more pronounced.

Immediately, those rotating, bloodshot eyes looked once more at the kneeling, strange youth.

He was not a weak young man worth paying attention to; what he was curious about was Lin Feng's purpose in summoning him.

When possessed by a nightmare, the assimilation rate is thousands of times faster than in the normal state.

Since discovering the dangers of assimilation, Lin Feng has strictly controlled the time when he is possessed by nightmares.

Since cultivating the [Second Incarnation], Lin Feng would generally not summon it unless facing a death threat.

This was the first time Lin Feng had summoned him in two months.

Therefore, Lin Feng must have had a purpose.

"Commit suicide!"

Lin Feng spoke to the kneeling youth. The youth's body was stiff and trembling, but he made no other movement.

Tell me who you are!

Lin Feng continued to ask.

Still no response.

After a while, the young man with the unusual appearance cautiously raised his head, asking in a surprised tone, "What did you do to me?"

At this moment, he could clearly see what the nightmare looked like.

The swaying, blood-red phantom did not belong to any kind of demon spirit, but its aura made him tremble and unable to resist the urge to submit.

The young man endured the oppressive aura and slowly stood up.

"It's similar to bloodline pressure; it might affect the performance of an Outcast in battle, but it can't command them to do anything else."

Lin Feng thought to himself.

I was somewhat disappointed, but not surprised.

This situation is similar to before. Lin Feng originally guessed that as Nightmare's strength increased, this pressure might change.

But it seems that's not the case now; he still can't command the supernatural beings to do things.

If you encounter a powerful being from another realm, this kind of pressure might not have much of an effect.

"hehe."

Nightmare chuckled softly; he had already discerned Lin Feng's intentions.

"You want to control the Inhumans through me? How naive!"

Hearing the nightmare's voice, the already terrified young man turned even paler!

He originally thought that the red nightmare was Lin Feng's second demon spirit.

Rumor has it that Lin Feng possesses two demonic spirits, but he has never revealed them.

It's even possible that the demon spirit was Lin Feng's natal demon spirit.

But why can demons speak?

Could it be that Lin Feng has broken through to become an extraordinary being and already possesses an external avatar?
Even if a demon spirit becomes an external avatar and possesses its own consciousness, why would it speak human language?

Why did Lin Feng want to control him through this demon spirit?
One question after another appeared in the man's mind. Before he could figure it out, he heard a crisp "snap" and his consciousness began to blur. Soon he fell into darkness.

As the young man died, Lin Feng and Nightmare exchanged a glance.

The crimson light dissipated, turning into wisps of red mist that surged into Lin Feng's abdomen.

"what?"

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Nightmare would obediently return to the Soul Sea this time and had no intention of fighting him.

Since successfully refining Nightmare into a second incarnation, Lin Feng has been unable to completely control Nightmare while possessed by it.

If Nightmare is unwilling to return to its original form, Lin Feng has no good solution and even has to be wary of Nightmare's Devouring Master attack.

This time, the Nightmare was unusually obedient during the possession.

Lin Feng didn't pay much attention to this, because there was no way to completely solve it, and thinking about it too much would only cause him trouble.

"Although we cannot control the Inhumans through nightmares, this suppression of bloodline and soul still exists. The Inhumans will not submit to humans, but they will submit to Inhuman demigods!"

"In the Divine Martial Continent, the strong are respected."

"As long as the superhumans believe that this body is dominated by a demigod and that the demigod will ultimately own it, coupled with that special suppression, many superhumans will likely choose to submit!"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and the next moment, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a dragonfish flapping its wings and floating in mid-air, and a male corpse on the ground with completely white hair, loose skin covered with black spots, looking exceptionally old. (End of this chapter)