At that moment, Tang Ya was inside the concealed mountain cave, frantically devouring those artifact spirits. He had no idea that every move he made had fallen under Jiang Liu's notice.
He was filled with immense frustration over the sheer amount of scattered soul force he had wasted.
Although he could shatter artifact spirits from divine artifacts and absorb the scattered soul force within them to strengthen his own soul force,
he was currently unable to absorb even one-tenth of the scattered soul force from a single artifact spirit of a divine artifact.
However one looked at it, this was an utterly foolish undertaking.
If that were all, it would still have been tolerable.
The problem was that, as the scattered soul force accumulated, it gradually began showing signs of gathering together.
Inside this small mountain cave, isolated from the outside, all that scattered soul force was trapped within and could not escape.
If there had only been a small amount of scattered soul force, it would not have mattered much.
But after the artifact spirits' scattered soul force grew more abundant, the auras of some of them actually began to slowly converge.
These artifact spirits, formed from countless strands of scattered soul force gathering together, were far stronger than the individual artifact spirits from before.
If there had only been one or two such artifact spirits, Tang Ya would not have cared much.
But with more of them, even dealing with them would become extraordinarily taxing.
What was more, he had something more important to do at present. He had to hasten the strengthening of his divine soul.
Outside this mountain cave, there was still a god of slaughter waiting for him at any moment.
That person might even already be searching everywhere for his whereabouts.
Thus, Tang Ya