"Once that woman reached Super Douluo, she would probably be able to fight even a Limit Douluo. And that was without counting her ability to seize other people's Martial Souls, or any other trump cards she might possess."
"If she used those bizarre abilities, even a Limit Douluo might meet their end at her hands."
The more Na Nali thought about it, the more alarmed she became.
"What should I do? With that woman's talent and the importance the Spirit Pagoda places on her, she will definitely reach Super Douluo within ten years at most. By then, my value to her will probably shrink without limit."
Ten years—this was Na Nali's estimate of Fors's cultivation speed. In truth, with the Spirit Pagoda's resources and Fors's own talent, the process would definitely be even shorter.
Fors might still use her as a sparring partner now, but once Fors's strength surpassed hers and her usefulness diminished, what would await her?
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably keep Na Nali around as a black glove, using her to handle unsavory matters.
But Fors did not think like ordinary people. Half a year ago, she had wanted to kill Na Nali. There was nothing surprising about what someone as mercurial as her might do.
"Evil Soul Master, once that woman gets tired of playing with me and kills me, you might be next. When that time comes, your situation may be even more miserable than mine."
Zi Ji's words echoed through Na Nali's mind again, making her expression shift uncertainly.
Zi Ji had already been brainwashed by Fors. Judging by Fors's attitude, even if she tormented Zi Ji, it probably would not be as severe as before.
Did she even need to think about who would be next?
Hadn't that woman