From deep within these Void Monsters' bodies, what entered Xia Ping's sight was a mass of black, twisted souls.
These souls were utterly different from those of humans, the Demon Race, the Element Race, Abyss Monsters, and even devils, as though they were not species from the same universe at all.
The twisted souls seemed filled with black sins. Their entire bodies looked as though they had condensed from black liquid, radiating auras of darkness, chaos, distortion, madness, and more.
Generally speaking, the souls of ordinary living beings—even Abyss Demons, hell devils, and the like—might appear dark, but they still possessed order.
Because they possessed order, they could maintain their sense of self, retain independent souls, and think independently. The wisdom of life was born in this way.
But these Void Monsters were different. They were fundamentally existences of chaos and distortion, devoid of any consciousness whatsoever. Their souls were filled with slaughter, devouring, and all kinds of ***.
It was as if these Void Monsters themselves were creatures condensed from all kinds of ***, chaotic aggregates, things beyond description.
"No wonder these Void Monsters are so difficult to kill."
Xia Ping now understood why these Void Monsters were so hard to kill, becoming a grave threat to countless demonic creatures.
Everyone knew that a soul was like an extremely precise super-instrument. As long as even one component was damaged, the entire soul would completely collapse.
Thus, once the souls of ordinary beings were injured, they would quickly perish.
But these Void Monsters were different. They had no self-awareness at all and were purely aggregates of sin. Even if part of them was destroyed, so long as their souls were not completely annihilated, they could rapidly regenerate.
Thus, not only could their flesh rapidly regenerate, but their souls could regenerate