Pacing through the darkness, Lu Cang couldn't sense the presence of anything besides himself and Ansu.
After receiving the souls Lu Cang had given him, Ansu had finally recovered some of his strength.
Ansu's efficiency was certainly worth praising.
Lu Cang had given him only a few thousand souls, yet he'd quickly healed most of his injuries. His strength had also recovered to that of a level-7 class-changer.
If Lu Cang gave him a few hundred thousand souls,
he could probably reach level-8 class-changer strength directly...
Unfortunately, the souls he'd spent so long saving had all been used up again in an instant.
Lu Cang rested his hand lightly on the Ten Thousand Skins Bag.
Humm—
Inside the Ten Thousand Skins Bag, the Living Bracelet glowed faintly.
Flames blazed around the ant hill stored within, burning the black ants and turning them into pure souls that flowed into Lu Cang's body.
There wasn't even a Demonic Tide here.
The ant hill wasn't producing many black ants, either.
He'd probably recover a trillion souls today... That should be enough for everyday use, but it definitely wouldn't be enough to let Ansu burst into action like that again.
Besides, Ansu really was injured.
Even if Lu Cang gave him enough souls, he wouldn't be able to unleash even greater strength than he had just now.
But according to Ansu,
as long as he wasn't up against that level-9 mage from earlier, he could handle an ordinary level-9 class-changer.
An ordinary one...
Were there any ordinary level-9 class-changers?
Weren't they all invincible beings in this world?
And Ansu talked such a big game most of the time.
The way he'd actually been beaten like a dog made it hard for Lu Cang to trust him again.
"This place feels a bit like a