Soul Swapping Ritual could only be carried out by the dark witch. Meanwhile, the body Lu Yizhou was occupying right now was a white witch and it contradicted his very core.
Every stroke forming on the ground felt like knives ripping his flesh apart. The pain was unimaginable, almost as if someone was cutting open his chest to pull his heart out.
Fresh wave of blood surged up his throat and Lu Yizhou vehemently swallowed it back down so as to not destroy the array. His whole body trembled in agony yet his hand remained as stable as ever.
When he completed the last stroke that connected the array, he felt it vividly as darkness poured into his pores and stained what was originally white. He had just regained his full power as a white witch yet now it was slowly getting corrupted. His blonde hair fluttered behind his back and from the root, a hint of black could be seen and still continued down to the tip.
