"Ah! Ah!"
Feng Ling lay collapsed on the floor. Without bones to support her, she could not hold herself up at all, and could only lie there struggling.
Her Level 97 strength was terrifying, certainly, but her body was now in a truly dreadful state. Even her soul core had been cracked, and the cracks ran so deep that if she dared mobilize even a little more soul power, it might suddenly explode.
A soul core was something that condensed a Titled Douluo's soul power, a precious thing that allowed a Titled Douluo to confront a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast head-on.
If a Level 97 Super Douluo's soul core exploded just like that, the blast would probably be powerful enough to destroy the entire Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, wouldn't it?
Whether for the sake of her own life or the position of cult leader she had finally secured, Feng Ling could not possibly gamble with herself. Naturally, she could not mobilize too much soul power either.
Her screams gradually grew hoarse and grating. Eventually, whether she had exhausted herself screaming or the pain had robbed her of speech, she simply held her mouth open without making a sound.
Only her still-trembling body proved that she remained conscious and had not fainted from the agony.
Long Xiaoyao looked at Feng Ling as though she were a dead dog. In the past, he had not been forceful enough within the Holy Spirit Cult, actually giving her the illusion that she could ride roughshod over him as long as Ye Xishui backed her.
The only person Long Xiaoyao cared about in the Holy Spirit Cult was Ye Xishui. Everyone else was nothing more than a swarm of foul vermin he could kill at any moment.
Withdrawing his gaze from Feng Ling, Long Xiaoyao slowly