Max could clearly feel that Ray was not lying.
The strength of the Soul Devouring Sword was truly increasing with every passing moment.
The longer the weapon remained within the Soul Sealing Painting, the more terrifying its aura became. Vast amounts of soul energy continuously flowed toward the gigantic silver blade from every direction, causing the pressure emitted by the sword to rise at an alarming speed.
At the same time, the pressure bearing down upon Max's soul also intensified drastically.
The invisible pulling force trying to drag his soul out of his body became stronger and stronger. Max could even feel his sea of consciousness trembling violently as the horrifying soul-devouring aura invaded him relentlessly.
His instincts screamed danger continuously.
Max understood one thing with absolute certainty.
If that gigantic Soul Devouring Sword even touched him slightly—
His soul would immediately be devoured into the blade.
There would be no second chance afterward.
