"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles burst inside the mouthparts of one abyssal worm after another, accompanied by their dying roars and the thunderous crashes of their enormous bodies collapsing like building blocks.
Tang San flicked his wrist and discarded the emptied case, sensing the energy spilling from the dead abyssal worms. This energy was unique to abyssal creatures—the life energy they routinely plundered from other creatures—and could be converted into the soul power spirit masters needed. Compared with the soul power absorbed from heaven and earth through meditation, however, this soul power from abyssal creatures was far more violent and evil.
Vast quantities of soul power crowded into Tang San's narrow meridians, driving his level straight upward as though he had boarded a rocket.
Level 71!
Level 72!
Level 73!
Level 79!
Only after advancing nine levels in succession did it finally stop.
It was not that Tang San did not want to keep leveling up by slaughtering abyssal creatures. He simply had no choice.
Uncanny black-and-red markings gradually surfaced on his handsome face, faintly carrying traces of the Abyss. These were warning signs that the Abyssal Plane was invading his body after he had killed so many abyssal creatures and absorbed so much of the life energy spilling from them. If greed drove him to continue, his body would likely undergo irreversible changes, transforming him from a human into an abyssal creature.
Even tens of thousands of years later, few people would be as bold as Tang San and absorb the life energy released by abyssal creatures. Most feared it like a scorpion.
Drawing a deep breath of the foul air, Tang San quietly felt the soul power surging through his meridians and the evil thoughts churning incessantly in his