In the darkness.
Su Changxing quietly watched the opponent, remaining unshaken in the face of various spirit witchcraft, as the soul ring endowed his spirit with immense resilience and restorative power.
This self-repairing speed far exceeded the damage Harris inflicted upon him. Initially, Su Changxing felt some pain when facing Harris's witchcraft, but later he adapted.
He just needed to wait, wait for Harris to exhaust himself, wait for the moment Harris would let his guard down.
They were like two sides in a tug-of-war, entering the final endurance phase. Whoever could hold out would win.
But in Su Changxing's eyes, the outcome was already clear. The soul ring granted him a seemingly inexhaustible amount of spiritual power.
"You're deceiving me!"
Harris's expression twisted on her face. She had always thought Su Changxing was on the brink of collapse, only now realizing it was all an illusion.
