But his Soul Power had already stabilized, and the fourth Spirit Ring was gradually taking shape.
At last.
As a powerful wave of Soul Power swept in all directions,
Su Wen's aura suddenly surged.
Yellow, purple, black, black.
Four Spirit Rings beyond the ordinary revolved around him.
"Whew!"
Su Wen let out a breath of stale air and flexed his hands.
He could feel his strength had improved by a great deal.
"Wonderful!"
"My Xiao Wen really is amazing."
Ye Yuan'er crouched down and planted a kiss on his cheek.
She didn't care at all about his condition and pulled him into her arms.
"Auntie knew everything would be fine. Hehehe~"
Ye Yuan'er's laughter rang like silver bells. The more she looked at Su Wen, the more she adored him.
He had gained yet another Spirit Ring that surpassed the usual age limit.
Her Xiao Wen was certain to become a Limit Douluo someday.
Su Wen stayed in her generous embrace for a while. Then he noticed Bibi Dong watching him with narrowed eyes, and inexplicably felt as though he had a thorn in his back.
"Aunt Ye!"
Su Wen pushed Ye Yuan'er away and slowly spoke under their watchful gazes. "My fourth Spirit Skill is a mental attack called Hundred Ghost Lament."
As he spoke, his expression shifted slightly. On closer examination, this Spirit Skill seemed rather unusual.
"When I use it, my mental power increases by 100%. My Soul Power spreads in all directions, summoning over a hundred Ghostly Souls. The world turns black and red, ghostly cries fill the air, and resentful spirits coil around the target, unleashing a powerful mental assault..."
"It also has a special ability. For every Soul Master sacrificed to become a Ghostly Soul, my mental power increases by 1%, up to a