Magic City, inside the training room of Chenxi Tower.
"Old Wolf, hang in there! You have to make it through!"
At that moment, Ghost Wolf Beast lay in the middle of the spacious training room, roaring incessantly. Clearly, a powerful force was devouring his soul.
His jaws spread wide, exposing a mouthful of fangs. When he clenched them, he looked as though he might shatter every tooth; when he roared, it sounded as though his heart and lungs were being torn apart.
The process lasted only about five minutes, but Mo Fan knew those five minutes had felt endlessly long and agonizing to Ghost Wolf Beast.
Ghost Wolf Beast had always been strong-willed. Even when injured, he never needed Mo Fan to spend magic energy healing him, because letting wounds heal naturally could improve a wolf creature's regenerative abilities.
For a servant-level creature, that improvement was actually minuscule. The fact that Ghost Wolf Beast still did it showed that he truly had a will of steel!
This round of Soul Sculpting had utterly exhausted Ghost Wolf Beast.
Anything involving the soul was like that. Even the strongest body would be reduced to a heap of mush.
Ghost Wolf Beast stood in the center of the training room, still giving off a faint stink of sweat. His long, dark-blue fur hung limp, and although he was less steady on his feet than usual, his eyes were exceptionally resolute.
Standing in the corner of the training room, Mo Xie saw that determined gaze and remembered their first encounter in the Summoning Plane. Ghost Wolf Beast's eyes had been just as sharp and unwavering then.
"Awooo!!!"
Ghost Wolf Beast lifted his head and howled toward the sky. His roar echoed through the training room as a bestial aura erupted into a blood-red gale,