Huo Yuhao naturally had no idea that the Sea God Douluo had already imagined an entire drama in which his Soul Power was exhausted and he could be captured alive and tortured to his heart's content.
Right now, he was considering how to kill this guy.
Ever since he had gained Crisis Sense, this was the first time it had throbbed so violently, nearly taking physical form. The blood-red word "danger" was practically about to burst apart.
And the source of that danger was none other than the Sea God Douluo before him.
The instant that sensation appeared, Huo Yuhao was no longer worried.
At the very least, before the other party had shown up, he had successfully condensed his Second Soul Core.
Risking being instantly killed by the Evil Emperor had ultimately bought him enough breathing room.
Inside Huo Yuhao's body, the two great Soul Cores rotated in opposite directions, while the power they released merged at the point between them.
That place became the origin point of all Huo Yuhao's power.
Tiny vortexes formed as the powers of the two Soul Cores collided, drilling into his meridians.
This pure, compressed Soul Power and Mental Power nourished Huo Yuhao at an astonishing rate, causing his Soul Power Level to rise rapidly once more.
Even without cultivating seriously, he was confident that he could rise another level just by sleeping for a few months.
Level 90 was advancing as fast as Level 30—hell, even faster than when he had been at Level 30!
After condensing his dual Soul Cores, his cultivation speed was just this absurd, this unreasonable.
After slowly savoring the wonders of the Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Core, Huo Yuhao shifted his gaze back to the Sea God Douluo.
You could spend a thousand days being a thief,