At the instant of collision, Yin Kuang felt pain once again. Compared to the pain in his soul, physical pain—even the agony of being sliced three thousand six hundred times—could not be called pain at all. Yet Yin Kuang endured it alive. But he knew he had no spare time to "enjoy" this pain, because he wanted to live.
So Yin Kuang forced himself to focus with every ounce of his will, preserving a shred of clarity amid that inhuman tsunami of pain. With that shred of clarity, he desperately clutched at his soul flame, preventing it from scattering completely. At the same time, he had to resist the erosion of Dr. Isaacs's soul flame. At this moment, although both soul flames had scattered from the collision, a closer look revealed that Dr. Isaacs's soul flames were dispersed but not chaotic, as though a thread connected every spark. Yin Kuang's, however, were completely scattered, with only his final shred of clarity forcibly pulling the countless flecks of soul flame together.
Clearly, Yin Kuang's soul was simply incapable of contending with Dr. Isaacs's!
Although Yin Kuang's soul flame was real and unique, and had fused with the Purple Dragon Soul, elevating the essence of his soul, Dr. Isaacs possessed home-field advantage within this "sea of flesh juice." Meanwhile, Yin Kuang's soul was constantly being rejected and devoured by the sea of flesh juice. With one side waning while the other waxed, how could Yin Kuang possibly contend with Dr. Isaacs?
Perhaps if someone more cold-hearted had come instead and devoured and fused with Angela's soul, they might not have been rejected and could have possessed the strength to fight Dr. Isaacs. But Yin Kuang did not even have time to regret it.
One second later, Yin Kuang felt that his soul