"Mr. Han Shuo really is a terrifying man!" Bode, who had come along, looked at Han Shuo with a wry smile and remarked to Qiniya beside him.
"Lord Leviathan, didn't you say this power would corrode the soul? Why is Mr. Han Shuo completely unharmed, and even seems to be enjoying it?" Qiniya also studied Han Shuo in shock, unable to understand how he had managed it.
Leviathan and Manticore exchanged a glance, their eyes full of astonishment. After a long while, Leviathan said to Manticore with a wry smile, "It seems he has no fear whatsoever of those soul-corroding powers."
Manticore nodded and replied, "Yes. Let's wait a while."
Between the two of them, Han Shuo put his demonic nascent soul to work at full strength. Drawn by him, the many negative powers filling the surroundings streamed into his body. Transformed by his demonic nascent soul, they became demonic essence that nourished his body like gently trickling streams.
Han Shuo's mind was calm at that moment. His Demonic Cultivation Art was on the verge of a breakthrough, and for the past few days, he had been worrying about his lack of demonic essence. He had never expected to be fortunate enough to obtain such a considerable amount of power just after entering the Abyss, before he had even learned its secrets.
Strands of demonic essence flowed into his cells and bones, strengthening his flesh little by little according to a profound pattern. Every breakthrough began with another strengthening and transformation of his body, and this time was no exception. As the demonic essence flowed, Han Shuo could distinctly feel his body growing ever stronger.
Time seemed to have no meaning within the Abyss. Han Shuo had no idea how long had passed before he discovered that not even a