This was far too terrifying.
Even gods could not possibly achieve such balance. Once the backlash occurred, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yet Ding Ling looked extremely relaxed, nothing like someone suffering from backlash. How could Di Xin not be shaken by this?!
In life, he had been the Human King. He possessed tremendous strength and had seen much. What kind of peerless figures had he not encountered?
But someone like Ding Ling—this was truly the first time he had ever seen one!
Indeed.
He had never heard of such an outrageously powerful expert before.
Thus, Di Xin was astonished. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he tentatively asked:
"Long Wang, how did you manage to have so many Type 5 Curse Sources enter your body simultaneously without losing balance?"
"It won't hurt to tell you."
Ding Ling said indifferently:
"I have a secret technique."
"...A secret technique."
Di Xin's heart itched. He really wanted to ask, Can I learn it?
But he did not have the nerve.
He also knew that Ding Ling could not possibly teach him, so he said dejectedly:
"Long Wang's divine abilities are boundless. I am far inferior. I will await Long Wang's return here and hope to receive good news."
"There's no need to wait."
Ding Ling smiled and turned to leave:
"If I get news of the Nine-tailed Fox, I'll come and tell you. If not, you don't need to wait."
As his voice fell,
he had already vanished without a trace.
He had arrived suddenly.
His departure was even more secretive.
Di Xin admired him more and more. Moved, he gazed in the direction Ding Ling had gone and thought to himself:
"All these years, in life and after death, this is the first time I've seen such a monster. It seems this