At last, the vortex in Lan Fuzi's hand vanished, but the pain wracking her body did not.
The energy she had devoured was still transforming her body, and the impact on her mind continued as well.
The resentment of the souls Ha Luosa had gathered onto himself had also been transferred to Lan Fuzi.
Unable to endure the double torment of body and mind, she let out a roar. It was the simplest and most effective way to vent her pain.
As Lan Fuzi roared, her aura steadily rose, only stopping once it reached the level of a Limit Douluo.
Lan Fuzi had completely devoured the power of the Nether Emperor Ha Luosa, along with a great deal of Heaven and Earth Origin Energy. Although much of it had been used to strengthen her body, raising her Soul Power Level to that of a Limit Douluo was perfectly normal.
After all, there were differences even among Limit Douluos. The gap between an ordinary Limit Douluo, a demigod, and a quasi-god might not have been as vast as heaven and earth, but it was still unmistakable.
Seeing the increasingly pained expression on Lan Fuzi's face, Xiao Wu could not help but worry.
"Lan Hong, will she be all right?"
Lan Hong shook his head, and Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief. But his next words made her tense up again.
"I don't know. Her body will definitely be fine, but whether her mind can hold on depends on herself. It depends on whether her obsession with becoming stronger can allow her to break through this mental torment."
Lan Fuzi's mind had indeed reached the very brink of collapse. It was as though countless versions of herself were whispering in her ears.
"Give up! Give up! Give up! As long as