Tang San's nerves seemed to have gone completely numb in the cold. The black ten thousand year soul ring he had just absorbed pulsed up and down at an astonishing speed, making his body look like a great cocoon wrapped in darkness.
Adding a soul ring to the Clear Sky Hammer this time brought Tang San not pain, but a sense of terror. He had believed that absorbing a twenty-thousand-year soul ring would be no problem, but the truth was that his body simply could not withstand such enormous energy.
Moreover, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had just absorbed another twenty-thousand-year soul ring. Even if his body met the requirements, could he really withstand absorbing two twenty-thousand-year soul rings in such quick succession?
As for whether Tang San would succeed in absorbing the soul ring, the answer was certain: he would fail.
The Clear Sky Hammer successfully filtered the impurities from the Thousandweight Ant's soul ring, but the energy of a twenty-thousand-year soul ring was simply too immense for Tang San as he was now. Every spiritual shock left him feeling as though his body were being tossed about in wind and rain.
Black currents constantly poured from the ten-thousand-year Thousandweight Ant and were absorbed by Tang San. The black radiance on the Clear Sky Hammer dimmed, replaced by a layer of black currents coiling around it.
Soon, Tang San discovered a strange pain emerging-a pain of swelling. On the surface, his body had not changed at all, but in his perception, he could clearly feel it expanding continuously like an enormous balloon.
It seemed liable to burst at any moment.
The energy in the Thousandweight Ant's soul ring was too immense, while the amount Tang San could withstand was limited. Once that tremendous influx reached his limit, his