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He snorted coldly and shot into the sky.

Outmaneuvered by Jack, his expression grew even darker.

Chen Lun's legs regrew, instantly covered by pale greaves. He stood suspended above the marsh, looking straight ahead at Moxis and above at Terence, who was carrying a massive silver sword, confronting three Incarnations of the Saint.

The crimson cloak was still swaying.

Yet, the Pale Knight suddenly started chuckling to himself and said,

"Where did you hide, Your Majesty Sorin?"

All around was silent.

However, Chen Lun suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Unfortunately, your every move is under my control... because with that last strike, I have parasitized you."

Snap!

Hiss...

From the empty space to his left, a serpent's hiss suddenly emerged, and Sorin grunted, revealing his form.

A slender dark shadow sprouted white snakes on its shoulders, crazily coiling around his arms and head and constantly biting and whipping.