Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and the others did not dare to move when they sensed the danger. They gathered some dead tree branches with their god's power to build a platform to rest.

After they finished, Wilson walked around to ask the people, especially the men at the end of their group, if they had sensed anything strange.

"Buddy, didn't you notice that someone around you disappeared?" Wilson's brow furrowed as he asked.

"No. I wasn't aware that someone was missing." The man shook his head in confusion.

"How about you? What about you two?" Wilson asked several people, but none of them had sensed anything bizarre. At a subconscious level, they felt that the people around them were still there.

"We must have run into an evil spirit," Wilson's face paled as he muttered.

"What kind of evil spirit?" Darren questioned puzzled.

"Sir, you must have heard of the demonic monster race in the mortal world you lived in, right?" Wilson glanced at Darren as he asked.

"Yes, there is a demonic monster race."

"There is a rumor that the evil spirits in the Primitive Wilderness have evolved from the demonic monster race in the mortal worlds. Since they don't belong here, they just wander around and swallow creatures' souls, especially human souls to survive," Wilson elucidated.

"Yes, my father once mentioned something like that. The dark laws in the Primitive Wilderness intensify the strength of the evil spirits, making it challenging to deal with them," Lindsay added. She remembered this detail when Wilson brought up the subject of evil spirits.

Darren nodded slightly and instructed, "Everyone, be on guard. We'd better move slowly, back to back."

"That might not be helpful, sir. Evil spirits have strong skills with which to confuse their targets. Even if someone around us disappears, it can still control our consciousness and make us believe that no one is missing.

Besides, I feel as though an evil spirit is still near us. Perhaps it is hiding in a team member's body while it waits for a chance to attack again!" After Wilson finished speaking, everyone glanced at each other to see if anyone had an unusual expression.

While everyone appeared surprised, no one looked scared.

"This is going to complicate things. Are you sure that there's still an evil spirit in our midst?"

"Yes, I'm certain. Usually, after the evil spirits devour the souls, they can't hide in the void. So they will attach themselves to someone's body to avoid being detect

memories of the original owner?"

"After an evil spirit assimilates a soul, the original owner dies, and his body is reduced to mist. But, if an evil spirit wants to hide in a person's body, it can't assimilate the original owner's soul. In that case, the original owner is still alive. As for memory, it should not have access to it," Wilson explained.

"Are you certain? If that is the case, then identifying the evil spirit will be much easier." Darren seemed more confident now.

"Yes. I am very sure!" Wilson said, gritting his teeth.

"Good." Darren finally found a way to resolve the situation.

At this time, Lindsay walked up to Wilson and glared at him as she accused, "Wilson, I want to ask how you know so much about evil spirits."

"What?" The blood drained from Wilson's face, and he found himself unable to speak.

"Humph. You can't explain it, can you? You are the evil spirit! Otherwise, how would you know so much about them?" As Lindsay spoke, waves of murderous intent began to spread through her body.

Pain flashed in Wilson's eyes as he continued to kneel on the ground.

"Princess Lindsay, I'm not an evil spirit. I... I was raised by one," Wilson trembled as he explained.

He didn't want to recall the memory, nor did he want to tell anyone about it. His childhood was miserable, and he'd rather forget about it.

"How dare you lie to me? Go to hell!" Fury coursed through Lindsay, and she stretched her hand and tried to hit Wilson.

At this time, Darren frowned and immediately rushed forward to fend off Lindsay's blow.

"Tell me, Lindsay. Where did we meet for the first time?" Darren asked coldly.