"Ask me what I have to say to you..."
Having devoured over a thousand soul rings at once, including a Thirty Thousand Year Pink Empress, Ling Bai's Soul Power had soared in a short period. But now, the surging Soul Power receded like a tide, plunging him into unparalleled agony. The skin all over his body cracked, his capillaries burst and sprayed blood, and the whole world seemed to spin before his eyes.
"Senior Sister, what else do you think I have to say? Didn't you see everything?"
Ling Bai suddenly laughed. His bloodstained clothes trembled with his laughter. He laughed recklessly, yet Han Ruoruo sensed a trace of helplessness and pain within it. She pressed her slightly dry lips together and said with difficulty:
"Yes, I saw it, and I still find it hard to believe. So you have Twin Martial Souls.
"And your second martial soul is... an Evil Spirit."
"Isn't it ironic? A martial soul that coexists with the Six-Winged Angel, the executor of justice in the mortal world, is actually an Evil Spirit capable of devouring flesh, blood, and souls.
"That day at the Shrek Inner Academy Library, I searched through the History of Evil Soul Masters, which recorded ten thousand years of Douluo Continent's history. Yet I couldn't find a single Evil Spirit greedier and more bloodthirsty than the Death Prison Spider Emperor."
Ling Bai raised his left hand. The Death Prison Magic Scythe resided within it. The sharply defined back of his hand resembled a work of art carved from white jade, and beneath the sunlight pouring down from above, one could seemingly see the purplish-black blood flowing through his veins.
"No wonder you asked me such a strange question in the library that day."
Han Ruoruo lowered her head weakly. Her eyes slowly