The Curse Source within Di Xin was limited. Ding Ling had beaten it out of him several times before, extracting roughly one-fiftieth of the Curse Source.
Just now, he had forcibly pulled out another tenth.
He was simply afraid Ding Ling would not have enough.
That was why he had vomited so much blood.
He had truly paid a heavy price.
And Ding Ling still wanted more?!
This was simply too much!!
But when he thought of how he could neither defeat nor escape Ding Ling, Di Xin felt his heart ache with frustration. He asked tentatively:
"Long Wang, how much more do you want?"
"Give me as much as you can."
"..."
Fine.
He should have known better than to ask.
Di Xin endured his discomfort and depression, then extracted another tenth of the Curse Source for Ding Ling.
Ding Ling absorbed it all as well. Unsurprisingly, Curse Source No. 0 did not level up, nor did it show the slightest ripple.
Ding Ling stared Di Xin up and down, wondering whether he should beat him to death and see if Curse Source No. 0 was unable to level up because it was too weak, because there was not enough of it, or because it truly could not level up.
He had no way of knowing, but that did not stop him from setting his sights on Di Xin.
Di Xin felt his scalp go numb under Ding Ling's gaze. His legs went weak, and he forced out a trembling, fearful smile.
"L-Long Wang, if you still want more, I can give you a little more. But I truly can't give you much. If I continue, I'll be reduced to ashes, and my divine soul will cease to exist."
"Mm."
Ding Ling nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Ding Ling