Within the vast mountain range, beast roars shook the heavens, miserable cries rang out without end, and blood qi stained the firmament red.
For ten thousand miles around, it was as if everything had turned into a world of blood.
Su Mo moved continuously through the skies above the mountain range as countless beast souls struggled and roared while converging toward him.
He devoured them madly, devoured them without regard for anything else. Countless beast souls were swallowed by him.
"Su Mo, weren't you going to give me some soul power?"
While flying, Ghost Saint Yan Mo's voice of consciousness entered Su Mo's mind.
He had been waiting for Su Mo to give him soul power to devour. It was the best medicine for his recovery.
"Then I'll give you some!" Su Mo said in a deep voice. He immediately sent the soul power from several dozen devoured King-level ferocious beast souls surging toward Ghost Saint Yan Mo.
In an instant, that soul power poured into Ghost Saint Yan Mo's demonic soul and was completely absorbed by him.
Because Ghost Saint Yan Mo was within the Devouring Martial Soul, Su Mo could clearly sense that the strength of his demonic soul had recovered somewhat.
Although the recovery was extremely limited, he had indeed become a trace stronger.
Su Mo immediately stopped giving him soul power, lest the other party grow too strong and escape his control.
"This... Su Mo, could you give me a little more?" Ghost Saint Yan Mo asked, his voice filled with longing.
That brief instant of soul power had already restored him considerably, equivalent to ten years of quiet recuperation. How could he not crave more?
"Ghost Saint senior, do not be impatient. Once I break through to the Martial Emperor Realm, I will certainly help