(Wang Dong'er artwork)
The color of the Soul Power began to change, gradually taking on a crimson tint from its milky gold, as though something within it were boiling.
The One-Horned Reverse-Scale Dragon stood several steps away, his gaze fixed tightly on the cluster of Soul Power in Lin Ye's palm. His pupils contracted slightly. "Th-this... what kind of Soul Power is this? Why is it so violent?"
That aura carried a scorching, berserk quality unlike any Soul Power he had ever seen.
Time passed second by second. Nearly half of Lin Ye's own Soul Power had already merged into that Soul Core.
He could feel that the Soul Core's rotation had surpassed the limits of his control. His Mental Power could only barely maintain its stability,
but stopping it was already impossible. If he forcibly halted it, there would be only one result: an explosion!
Soul Power continued pouring out, yet Lin Ye's Mental Power showed no sign of weakening.
The One-Horned Reverse-Scale Dragon discovered in astonishment that the layer of Mental Power surrounding the Solid-State Soul Power was steadily deepening in color.
From its initial pale red, it gradually shifted toward dark crimson, and flame-like patterns had even begun to emerge, like a solid spiritual barrier,
firmly encasing that rapidly spinning cluster of Soul Power without allowing the slightest deviation.
Terrifying Soul Power fluctuations continuously spread outward from the Soul Core, causing the entire side hall to tremble faintly.
Lin Ye began to struggle. He could still endure on the Mental Power front, but when the remaining amount of Soul Power in his body fell below the volume of the Solid-State Soul Power, the Soul Core's absorption of his Soul Power suddenly accelerated.
He felt the Soul Power in his body pouring out like floodwaters through opened gates,