Soul Plasma rapidly disappeared through the gaps between his teeth.
He was devouring it.
Li Ziran nearly cried. He had finally gotten the hang of it.
Hubble had at least been a powerhouse capable of infiltrating the upper ranks of the Demons fifty years ago. He should have this much awareness when it came to devouring.
Though it was as thin and slight as a mosquito drawing blood, a tiny bit of Soul Plasma was indeed vanishing on his tongue.
It started slowly, but grew faster and faster. The tentacles touching his soul became increasingly powerful, and before long, they actually began trying to interfere with Li Ziran's soul.
Such interference was absolutely the greatest blessing in this world.
At that moment, Li Ziran was like an eighteen-year-old girl joyfully awaiting her first period.
This fellow had finally proven worthy.
The interference grew stronger and stronger, beginning to batter against his soul. He would soon be possessed.
"Faster! Bigger! Bigger!"
Li Ziran urged inwardly. He truly did not dare use even the slightest ripple of soul power, afraid that he might accidentally devour this wisp of pure soul again.
His patience was rewarded splendidly. The force of possession grew greater and greater, enough to shake him now.
Boom!
A strange tremor, wicked and uncontrollable, pierced directly through Li Ziran's soul. The wisp of soul he had painstakingly nurtured instantly collapsed, and violent power followed the soul, seeming intent on annihilating Hubble's soul.
"Leiwani, you bastard!"
Li Ziran ground his teeth in hatred. Of all times to weave together, she had to do it now.
The soul he had painstakingly cultivated had been forcibly worn away just like that.
"My possession!"
Li Ziran wanted to cry. He only wanted a soul to possess him. Couldn't even such a tiny wish be