Fallen Soul Master

That night, when he returned to the dilapidated house, he released One-Eyed Dragon's corpse from Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, and the Eight Spider Lances unfurled once more.

Compared to yesterday's burly man, this absorption was far more rewarding. His Soul Power recovered at twice the previous speed, and the force pushing within his dantian became even more pronounced.

But after circulating through his body once, the excess Soul Power dissipated. He could sense that energy drifting through the air for a moment before vanishing without a trace.

It seemed he still had not found the method.

Tang San did not dwell on it, though. With the Mysterious Heaven Skill at his side, there was no need to care too much about such gains and losses for now.

After retracting the Eight Spider Lances, he dragged One-Eyed Dragon's corpse outside and tossed it into the abandoned well at the end of the alley.

Although the operation speed of the Mysterious Heaven Skill was suppressed by the rules of the Capital of Slaughter, devouring could forcibly accelerate it for a short period, making up for the slow recovery rate.

His physical body was also slowly strengthening under the infusion of life energy. The improvement was small, but steady.

The flaw was that it could not be stored. That meant every devouring had to be carried out as soon as possible after a battle, and he could only use the portion absorbed on the spot. Everything extra went to waste.

If he could find a way to store it, even temporarily, the Eight Spider Lances' efficiency could at least triple.

But to find that method, he first had to understand the mechanism behind the Eight Spider Lances' evolution. To understand that mechanism, he had to keep devouring and use sheer numbers to establish a