Make the Imprint

Blood Devil's torso was naked. His muscles were lean and connected with each other like rocks. Each of his muscles was beautifully filled with exploding energy.

He was agitated, frowning deeply as he looked at Shi Yan's soul flying away and entering his forehead little by little.

Making the God Body open to let another's soul enter was extremely dangerous to any warrior. Opening the God Body meant to put down all kind of defensive abilities. This would put the warrior's soul into a perilous situation.

If the other had some ambiguous intention, he could destroy that warrior's body with a little trick and even hurt the foundation of that warrior.

Blood Devil didn't hesitate to open his body to Shi Yan. He trusted Shi Yan.

Blood Devil had retrieved his aura. Now he was defenseless. Shi Yan was calm, but seeing him like this, he was a little anxious.