In order to confirm this almost absurd conjecture, Nan Feng took a deep breath and gave the order in his mind without hesitation.
"Solution!"
With a flash of purple-black light, Spider Emperor Avatar of Nan Feng instantly disintegrated, turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air, and returned to Bibi Dong's body.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly. She had just broken through Level 98 and was immersed in the wonderful feeling of soaring power. Nan Feng's sudden move made her a little puzzled.
But before she could ask, Nan Feng forcibly activated Spider Emperor Avatar again.
"Buzz--"
Eighth Soul Ring lit up, purple-black light quickly gathered around her, and Nan Feng's figure solidified again.
Nan Feng, who regained his "physical body", closed his eyes and carefully felt this new body.
Sure enough!
The feeling this time is a hundred times clearer and stronger than before!
Not only can he feel that the strength of this clone has increased as Bibi Dong breaks through Level 98, but he can also clearly sense that this body, which was originally composed of pure Spider Emperor poisonous gas and Soul Power, has been deeply imprinted with a palpitating gray-black energy - that is the evil attribute of Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!
"Try it..."
Nan Feng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and tried to mobilize the power of Evil God in his body like human Soul Master meditates.
"Swallow!"
Nan Feng opened his eyes suddenly and let out a low drink.
In an instant, a weak but irresistible suction force emanated from his body.
The miasma in the surrounding forest, the free dark and wind-thunder Soul Power, and even the meager vitality contained in the surrounding plants began to be forcibly pulled over like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and penetrated into his body along the pores on his body.
"It really works!"
Nan Feng clenched his fists suddenly, and his strange-colored eyes burst out with a fanatical light.
Although the speed of relying on "Evil God Devouring" to absorb external energy is very slow, far less than the speed of Bibi Dong's body's self-meditation recovery, but for a "Soul Skill clone", this is simply the first of its kind!
Soul Power, really recovering!
Not only that, there was an even more astonishing discovery, which deeply shocked both Nan Feng and Bibi Dong.
The Eighth Soul Skill "Spider Emperor Avatar" of Bibi Dong will consume 30% of the Soul Power in the body at the moment of release.
After this clone was formed, the total amount of Soul Power contained in its body was only 20% of the total Soul Power of the Bibi Dong body.
In other words, when Nan Feng was released just now, the "fuel tank" of his clone Soul Power should theoretically be full, which is only 20% of Soul Power.
But now.
As the devouring progressed, Nan Feng clearly felt that the Soul Power in his body did not overflow because it was "full", but instead continued to rise little by little!
Two to one... Two to two... Two to five...
"Its ceiling... is broken!"
Bibi Dong's eyes widened. Through the soul connection, she also clearly sensed the changes taking place in Nan Feng's body.
This completely subverted her understanding of herself Soul Skill!
"Nan Feng, swallow it with all your strength! See where its limit is!" Bibi Dong immediately gave the order, with unconcealable excitement in his tone.
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Nan Feng no longer had any scruples and completely let go of the suppression of that Evil God power.
For a moment, his entire body seemed to have turned into a miniature black hole, frantically plundering all the energy around him.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were guarding the perimeter with their scalps numb. They were horrified to find that with His Holiness the Pope and the mysterious clone as the center, the plants within a few miles were withering and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the air was becoming thinner.
Two full hours later.
"Boom!"
An extremely terrifying coercion, purely belonging to Level 98 Peak Douluo, erupted from the body of Nan Feng!
Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of gray-black turbid air.
He felt the Soul Power in his body that seemed endless and surging like a vast ocean, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise crazily.
Full!
Completely full!
After two hours of crazy devouring and transformation, this clone is no longer the defective product with only "20% Soul Power".
Its Soul Power reserve limit has been forced to the point where it is exactly the same as the Bibi Dong body!
A clone that can restore Soul Power independently and possesses the true Level 98 Peak Douluo complete Soul Power power!
What does this mean?
This means that from now on, Nan Feng is no longer a "premature ejaculation player" who can only fight for a few minutes. He has become a peak powerhouse with lasting fighting power in the true sense!
Not only that.
Nan Feng Close your eyes and savor the faint spatial fluctuation deep in your soul.
That belongs to Dark Demon Evil God Tiger... spatial attribute!
This Evil God Pearl and this 60,000-year-old Soul Ring brought them more surprises than that.
Previously, as "Spider Emperor Avatar", the scope of activities of Nan Feng was extremely strictly restricted.
He is like a dog tied to the pillar Bibi Dong. Once it leaves the main body beyond a certain distance, the clone will automatically disintegrate due to the loss of energy supply and soul induction.
But now.
With the characteristics of "autonomous recovery Soul Power", coupled with the blessing of that strange space attribute.
Nan Feng can feel that the invisible "chain"... is broken!
He seems to be no longer limited to that narrow range of activities. As long as Soul Blood Pact is immortal and as long as the Soul Power in this clone is not drained, he can even go to any corner of this Douluo Continent alone!
He is free!
"Sent..."
Nan Feng looked at his hands and couldn't help but let out a burst of extremely villainous laughter.
"Hahaha! It's really crazy!"
It took three years and countless manpower and material resources to find this broken tiger.
Originally I just wanted to complement Second Martial Soul with Soul Ring for Bibi Dong, and improve its strength by the way.
Unexpectedly, I made a lot of money this time! I made a lot of money!
This is not a tiger, this is simply a walking super plug-in bag!
Nan Feng's unbridled laughter echoed in the forest. His arrogant appearance made him look even more like a villain than Dark Demon Evil God Tiger just now.
However, Bibi Dong, who was standing not far away, looked at the man who was dancing and excited like a madman who had obtained a unique treasure, but he couldn't be happy at all.
On the contrary, an inexplicable irritation, anger, and even a trace of panic and regret that she was unwilling to admit were spreading crazily in her heart.
Because what Nan Feng can perceive, through Soul Blood Pact, she can also perceive it clearly.
That invisible "chain" is broken.
The limitations of distance and the shackles of Soul Power all disappeared under the influence of Evil God Pearl and the 60,000-year-old Soul Ring.
Nan Feng gained true freedom.
He is no longer the "shadow" who can only cling to her side and be trapped in the one-third of an acre of Spirit City.
"Is he so happy... because he can finally leave me?"
Bibi Dong lowered his eyes and unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes with his hands.
An indescribable sour feeling came to my heart.
Although she usually always sneers at Nan Feng, she always despises him for being idle, despising him for not being upright, and even every time this guy shamelessly comes to her bed, she will make a look of disgust as if she wants to kick him off.
But only she knows it in her heart.
She really couldn't live without this bastard.
In this cold, calculating Pope Palace, in these long years of wearing a heavy crown, Nan Feng is the only person who knows all her unbearable past and all her dark thoughts, but is still willing to stand by her side.
In front of this bastard, she doesn't need to pretend to be a superior Pope, and she doesn't need to put on that cold and ruthless air.
She can lose her temper without restraint, drop all her defenses, and complain and vent like an ordinary woman.
Although sometimes, he would lose his temper like a childish bastard, and she would have to make her look down to coax him.
But it is undeniable that the existence of Nan Feng is the only reality and warmth that she can feel in her current zombie-like body.
But now, he is free.
Will this bastard who is no longer subject to her physical limitations continue to stay in the Pope Palace? Will he still stay by her side, argue with her every day, and shamelessly lift up her quilt at night to get in?
If he leaves...
Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng's back, a trace of morbid paranoia flashed in his eyes.
She suddenly had a strong urge to put this guy back into Sea of Consciousness, or break his legs directly and lock him in the secret room of the Pope Palace forever!