The Evil Emperor activated the phantom of his martial soul behind him. Ninety-nine tentacles shot out at once, anchoring themselves firmly in the disintegrating giant-eyed husk, and began extracting its essence.
Because they shared the same origin, the devouring process went faster than expected. The "Evil Emperor's" mental power and soul power flowed ceaselessly along the tentacles into his body.
As for the rule imposed by this world's Divine Realm that soul beasts could not become gods, it was meaningless to him. Had they not seen his soul rings?
Though he was indeed still a soul beast by race, he also had soul rings. This world's rules could not lock onto him.
A golden soul ring slowly began to condense. He hurriedly took out the Token and converted it into the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, eight-petal immortal orchid, the Nether Star, Dragon Breath, and other supplementary materials, fusing them with the soul ring to strengthen it.
The phantom golden soul ring grew increasingly solid, while the patterns on it kept changing under the influence of these materials.
Then he seemed to hear a crack. It felt as though he had shattered some kind of shackle. The soul power within him rapidly underwent a qualitative transformation, while an authority representing "fear" condensed into being.
He opened his eyes and withdrew his martial soul's phantom. The soul ring likewise slipped into his body, and he carefully examined the abilities granted by the authority of "fear."
An entirely new perception spread through the depths of his consciousness. His mental power enveloped the entire Evil Demon Forest. Wherever "fear" existed, whether in a soul beast or a soul master, he could amplify it.
The more they feared him, the stronger he became. The stronger he became, the more thoroughly he could amplify their