"Little Eight, what are you doing?" the Watchman asked as he looked around at the changes, inquiring in his mind.
"Next, hand over complete control of your body to me. Remember, do not show any intention of trying to suppress me until I stop." Gusha's voice resonated in the Watchman's mind.
"Got it, hurry up!" urged the Watchman, while he also breathed a sigh of relief. Previously, when Gusha showed no sign of movement, he'd thought Gusha was making empty boasts, afraid to show himself at the sight of the Mirage Tapir...
Regaining his senses, the Watchman quickly concealed his consciousness and entrusted full control of his body to Gusha's will.
The next second, under the gaze of numerous Mirage Creatures, the Watchman, standing stiffly in the center, suddenly raised his head, looking at the giant eye ahead and let out a sinister smile.
The Medicinal Plant Gatherer beside him shivered all of a sudden, looking at the Watchman in shock.
