Giant in the Spirit World

The black hole's immense suction instantly yanked Shadow Elder up, spinning his massive serpent body through the black vortex like a sheet of paper. At the same time, the devouring power exclusive to the Devouring Curse fell upon him.

But something bizarre happened.

The Devouring Curse, which should have instantly destroyed a soul, formed purplish-gold sparks the moment it touched his outer skin. The violent devouring force was like something that had crashed into an iron plate.

After exhausting everything it had, it only pried off the tiniest speck of powder before its power was spent.

Yet that tiny scrap, once it entered the Spirit World, instantly condensed into a majestic downpour of spiritual rain.

What a condensed soul!

Li Ziran could not help but marvel. He had never expected the Devouring Curse to do much to his opponent, but only managing to pry off a tiny bit of surface skin was simply excessive.

That little bit of skin was already comparable to Soul Plasma from around the seventeenth floor.

Sure enough, the stronger one became, the more condensed one's soul inevitably was.

He did not know whether luring this fellow into his Spirit World was a blessing or a curse, but the arrow was already on the bowstring. Since they had torn off all pretense, there was no reason to retreat.

Even if it was only a tiny bit of skin, he would grind away at it layer by layer.

Patience was something he had never lacked.

After colliding with the devouring black hole, Shadow Elder seemed to have seen through its true nature.

Trying to swallow his soul was simply laughable.

This little black hole was no more than a scratch for him. With a slight sway of his body, he was about to break free and leave