Chapter 11 —

The intense pain, like a thousand insects gnawing at his body, caused Lin Jiangxing's entire body to spasm uncontrollably. But the painful memories in his mind sustained him, preventing him from collapsing.

"I...I can't die yet...I...I must take ****, make Yin Li and those accomplices pay the price!"

Lin Jiangxing gritted his teeth, enduring the tearing pain within him. Beneath his skin, his newborn body stirred restlessly like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, as if it might break through this "old shell" at any moment, allowing Yin Li to be reborn in a completely new form.

Meanwhile, his consciousness, suppressed by Yin Li, grew increasingly blurred, his life flickering like a candle in the wind.

But the burning rage of ****, like a raging inferno, unexpectedly calmed his previously chaotic mind.

In that limited time, he desperately racked his brains for a way to fight to the ****—currently, although he couldn't punish the accomplices, he still had a chance to make Yin Li, the mastermind, pay a heavy price!

Suddenly, he recalled Yin Li's words: "In a sense, you and I have already entered a state of oneness."

At that moment, a crazy thought flashed through his mind like lightning:

"Oneness... Since it can use me as its base to become human, why can't I turn the tables and use it as my base to become a dragon-man? I can take over its identity, its power, to take ****, to kill those accomplices!"

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

…

“Hahaha, human, why are you so quiet? Looks like you've been scared into giving up completely! As expected, you humans are such cowardly creatures…”

“Now!”

While Yin Li was still immersed in his dream of regaining control of the Heaven-Creating Brush, he ignored the excruciating pain throughout his body, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the Heaven-Creating Brush suspended in mid-air.

The Heaven-Creating Brush instantly shimmered with a golden-purple hue, emitting a faint glow, as if responding to his will.

“Human, what do you think you're doing?!” Noticing Lin Jiangxing's actions, Yin Li's voice suddenly rang in his mind, but it was too late.

Before Yin Li could even finish speaking, Lin Jiangxing had already plunged the tip of the brush into his heart without hesitation—the silver dragon heart beating within his chest.

The brush tip pierced his heart as easily as if it were nothing, and blood gushed out instantly. But he didn't stop. His mind raced, rapidly writing, "I will possess everything this silver dragon has!"

As the thought settled, a surge of immense profound energy erupted from the Heaven-Creating Brush, flowing from its tip directly to the heart of the silver dragon. The entire room seemed enveloped by an invisible storm, the air filled with strange energy fluctuations.

"Damn it! You madman!"

Yin Li finally reacted. Her spiritual power, more than ten times stronger than Lin Jiangxing's, instantly transformed into an invisible blade, striking directly at his soul.

Unsurprisingly, a tearing pain shot through him. Lin Jiangxing's soul was forcibly ripped into countless fragments by this powerful ****, most of it scattering into the void.

"Ugh—" Lin Jiangxing barely managed a scream before his body, devoid of a complete soul, collapsed limply to the ground.

But the Heaven-Creating Brush's command had already taken effect. Like an irreversible torrent, it preserved the few remaining fragments of his soul, channeling them through the brush into the heart of the silver dragon.

"What's going on? What did you do? Why are fragments of your soul entering my consciousness?"

Sensing the extra fragments of her soul in her consciousness, Yin Li panicked, blurting out a rather foolish question.

(Lin Jiangxing: Children, do you think I can still speak with my soul shattered?)

"The Heavenly Writing Brush, stop what you're doing!"

Yin Li tried to write commands in her mind, just like Lin Jiangxing had. But—how could it obey Yin Li's commands when it had already begun executing the previous command?