At last, the Limit-Breaking Pill's effects faded completely.
Link's strength stopped increasing.
The laws of the Douluo World settled over him again, but they could no longer restrict his power.
Soul rings?
Even without them, Link's strength would not be affected.
With his second martial soul possessing him, Link soared into the air. A terrifying dark aura rose from his body, seemingly tainting even the moonlight, while an aura of darkness and corruption enveloped the entire world.
"Holy freaking crap!"
Link quickly dismissed the possession of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul. When he looked around again, everything was normal.
Yet the spot where his shadow had fallen had clearly changed.
The soil there seemed to have gained something different.
"Could this Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul of mine really be trying to create a Hell Plane?"
"If it uses the Douluo Continent as its foundation, wouldn't every living creature in this world be transformed into a creature of hell?"
"Does that make me some kind of world-destroying demon king?"
Upon realizing this, Link understood one thing: he could no longer casually let the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul possess him.
What exactly were martial souls?
And what exactly was this chat group?
Link felt as though he had become a chess piece.
But he could not begin to guess what kind of being was moving the pieces.
At the very least, it would not be an actual twelve-winged fallen angel. After all, even Lucifer lacked the ability to corrupt an entire plane into hell.
His second martial soul was off-limits for now.
Then what about his third martial soul?
The Nine-Hearted Holy Lotus, a healing and support-type martial soul.
Link merely tried out its power before putting away the Nine-Hearted Holy Lotus and summoning his fourth martial soul, the