Chapter 1138 Good at Acting

Austin's eyes widened in shock. What did Wynter mean by possessing his body? Wynter didn't have time to explain much. With a single hand lowered, she steadily chanted, "Begone, spirit. Release this vessel's hold and return to whence you came in peace unfold." With each word she uttered, Alijah's expression grew more ferocious, as though he were looking for the next vessel. However, all four directions were sealed off, and he couldn't escape. As Wynter spoke the final word, Alijah suddenly roared to the sky, releasing a thick black mist. Wynter noticed it and timely evaded it. But the black mist headed unabashedly toward Dalton's direction because that was the only gap left. Every malevolent spirit loved bodies with dense fortune, aside from immediate kin. When Alijah saw Dalton, his eyes lit up. Dalton had such a potent fortune. Just one suck would help him recover from the injuries he'd suffered. Sucking his fortune was fine, but possessing him wasn't. Alijah wasn't stupid. H