The familiar stabbing pain immediately spread throughout his body. Every time the Cauldron Spirit poured power into him, Han Shuo inevitably had to endure tremendous pain, but this time it was even worse. For an instant, he felt as though he had been thrown into a meat grinder. Pain flooded his nerves like a tide, making him cry out, "Why does it hurt so much?"
Accompanying the excruciating pain was boundless power, more overwhelming than usual. Even as he cried out, he could feel the power within him continually rising, and he wanted to unleash it in a frenzied eruption.
"Master, I've absorbed many divine souls recently, including several upper god divine souls, so my power has increased! I'm pouring far more power into you than usual, which is why you find it harder to bear than before. Of course, the power filling your body now is also greater than before!" the Cauldron Spirit communicated through Han Shuo's divine sense.
Startled, Han Shuo carefully examined himself and immediately discovered that it was just as the Cauldron Spirit had said. He could feel far more power within him than usual. With a thought, he channeled that power into the Seventeen Flying Swords, and their shrill howls became piercing.
With this additional infusion of power, the Seventeen Flying Swords tore through the cotton-like, tenacious mass of darkness, blasted through dozens of defensive barriers in succession, and actually reached Hofus.
Wrapped in dark barriers, Hofus was suddenly startled. He had not expected Han Shuo to be so troublesome. Endless dark energy streamed from his body, and the darkness element within his dark divine domain suddenly surged toward the pitch-black spear in his hand.
He thrust out his spear. Dark energy coiled around it like a massive black pillar as it shot toward Han