His fourth, fifth, and sixth Soul Rings...
came from a fifty-thousand-year Soul Spirit that Qiangu Dongfeng had sent someone to deliver.
At the same time, over those three years, his spiritual power had reached more than twelve thousand points—the Spirit Abyss Realm.
The Blood God Legion's mental tempering and the repeated cleansing of Abyss energy had caused his spiritual power to soar from just over sixteen hundred points all the way to twelve thousand.
Spiritual power at the Spirit Abyss Realm meant a qualitative leap in his sensory range, the strength of his mental attacks, and his resistance to illusions.
Such terrifying cultivation efficiency had even made Zhang Huanyun, commander of the Blood God Legion, call him a monster.
Zhang Huanyun had spent decades in the military and seen countless geniuses, but someone like Han Li, who grew at a visibly perceptible pace every day, was something he had only seen once in his life.
He had privately sighed about it to his adjutant several times.
"Qiangu Dongfeng, that old fox, really struck gold this time."
The wind and snow of the Endless Mountains howled past the windows, while the Blood God Legion's camp shone brightly with lights.
Han Li stood before the window of his barracks, gazing calmly and deeply at the sky in the direction of the Abyss Passage, forever shrouded in dark purple light.
Three years had passed.
With his current cultivation as a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, along with the energy he had absorbed from the abyss through the Golden Dragon Spear and used to break three seals...
his true strength was enough to battle a Demigod—and even hold an absolute advantage.
One had to know that from Limit Douluo to Demigod, then onward to the Quasi-God realm, one had already embarked upon the path of comprehending