Martin was now equivalent to an intermediate Blood Floss Demon, yet he possessed no abilities—only the most basic materialized soul power.
He might not even be able to defeat a monster from a sealed Evil God zone.
No matter how enormous a tree was, if it could not fight back and had no offensive power, it could not defend itself against the gnawing of a single termite.
The Soul Bricks fused into Martin's body had all been tainted with Wu Heng's Nightmare Power aura.
These Nightmare Power auras had merged into Martin's soul within his body, becoming one with him.
Yet they had never been activated.
As long as Wu Heng used a thought to connect with this Nightmare Power, Martin would immediately be transformed into the soul-state of a Blood Floss Demon.
He would completely become Wu Heng's subordinate.
But not yet!
Martin's soul was still free, and it was precisely this free soul that attracted the omnipresent mysterious aura.
The soul-draining force that had appeared in the dark alley earlier surfaced once more, targeting Martin's soul.
"Be on your way!"
"If you still have consciousness, watch yourself. If you can return to reality, then you can keep living."
Wu Heng released his hold on Martin's soul and simply watched as he was sucked into an unknown, mysterious place.
In the final second before being drawn in, Martin still gazed at Wu Heng with earnest eyes, as though telling him that he had to come find him.
Whether you can obtain the gift of bearing pain depends on your luck, Wu Heng thought.
Because even he did not know what would happen next.
After Martin completely vanished, double-layered ripples of black and red spread from Wu Heng's body, covering the entire room.
The Blood Floss Demons searching for souls