Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring

An Chen nodded and summoned the Iron Pot.

The First Soul Ring on his body lit up, and mist began to pour out of the Iron Pot.

Wait! Something was wrong with this mist.

An Chen stared at the continuously pouring mist inside the Iron Pot, his brows tightly furrowed.

It should have been pure black mist, but now it was mixed with traces of pink mist.

At that moment, the information regarding his Soul Skill changed in An Chen's mind.

The pink mist could draw out the desires and emotions hidden deep within the target's heart, but it consumed a great deal of Soul Power.

What? Why was this somewhat similar to Mokai's mist?

An Chen was puzzled. He recalled the three-colored mist within his Wuhun, one of which was pink.

Could it be that I was contaminated by those worshipped by Mokai, Edmond, and Adrian?

Did that cause my Wuhun and Soul Skills to mutate?

Though An Chen suspected as much, he still used the black mist and a small amount of pink mist to envelop the giant wolf resting with its eyes closed before him.

The instant the mist enveloped it, An Chen sensed the giant wolf awaken. Yet it did not act rashly, merely using its dark golden eyes to continuously observe its surroundings.

Let's see whether the remaining two Soul Skills have changed as well.

With that thought, An Chen's Second Soul Ring lit up.

"Detonate!"

An Chen's voice was low.

The next second, he sensed the giant wolf in the mist stagger and let out a long howl.

However, instead of immediately waking after being stunned as he had expected, its entire body trembled. It seemed to be struggling against something in place, its eyes rolling upward until only the whites showed.

At that