Chapter 88 The Strange Soul Ring
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger finally unleashed its ultimate skill—its ability to drag its target into a separate dimension.
In the next instant, before the Human-Faced Demon Spider could even react, the rapidly expanding black vortex swallowed it whole. The tiger itself was sucked in as well.
When the turbulence settled, only a dark, ominous black hole remained over the battlefield.
"What is that?" Ghost Douluo asked, eyes widening.
"That's the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's ultimate technique," Luo Ling explained calmly. "It can drag its enemy into an alternate space where both revert to their juvenile forms."
Ghost Douluo's face stiffened in disbelief. "A skill like that exists?"
His gaze at the black hole turned cautious.
If such a power were used against a soul master…
How could a human child hope to defeat a juvenile Dark Demon Evil God Tiger? The very idea was terrifying.
"Yes," Luo Ling said, nodding. "It's an extraordinarily dangerous ability. Even a Title Douluo caught by it could perish."
Now that the tiger had used its ultimate skill, all Luo Ling had to do was wait. Once the tiger emerged victorious, he could strike and claim the reward.
His expression betrayed a hint of excitement. What kind of transformation would such a powerful soul beast bring him?
He could feel his martial soul trembling—something deep inside him resonating with hunger.
After about fifteen minutes, the black hole began to tremble.
Cracks appeared across its surface before it shattered entirely.
A massive corpse fell from the rift—the Human-Faced Demon Spider, lifeless and still.
Moments later, a black tiger riddled with wounds leaped out of the air.
Its body was battered, wings torn and frayed—it was clear the battle had been savage.
Landing heavily on the ground, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger bent low, breathing hard—then stiffened as it spotted two humans ahead.
One was cloaked in black, exuding a power that far surpassed the spider's. And the other…
The tiger's gaze fell on Luo Ling, and its massive body began to tremble.
Luo Ling didn't notice. "Ghost Uncle, please handle it," he said calmly.
"Leave it to me," Ghost Douluo replied. He moved like a shadow, rushing toward the beast.
The fight ended almost instantly. Injured and drained, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger could barely resist.
Ghost Douluo blinked at how easily it fell—too easily. But he dismissed the thought, blaming the exhaustion from its earlier battle.
Luo Ling stepped forward carefully. Once he confirmed the tiger had no fight left, the Scythe of Shadows appeared in his hand. With one decisive swing, he sliced through the beast's neck.
The tiger let out a final wailing roar before collapsing in silence.
Blood pooled around its body as a dark soul ring rose from the corpse, spinning slowly in the air.
Luo Ling approached and summoned the Crow Shadow Puppet.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's power was of extreme malice—pure darkness. Naturally, it should have belonged to his dark‑attribute spirit.
Sitting cross‑legged, Luo Ling prepared to absorb the ring—only to feel resistance from within.
The Crow Shadow Puppet retreated abruptly, while his Desire Spirit pulsed with hunger and attraction.
Frowning, Luo Ling glanced between them.
His puppet martial soul was rejecting the ring, while the Desire Spirit—the one tied to spiritual energy—seemed to crave it.
He hesitated.
The Tiger had many attributes but not one related to the mind or spirit. Yet his Desire Spirit reacted as if it recognized the power within.
After a moment's contemplation, Luo Ling chose to trust his instincts.
His awakened martial soul had never steered him wrong. It had to mean something.
Besides, his soul skills were fixed—he had nothing to lose.
Clenching his teeth, he made his choice. The red light in his eyes deepened as the Desire Spirit guided the dark ring toward him.
Closing his eyes, Luo Ling began the absorption. The Crow Shadow Puppet merged back into his body automatically.
A spectral shadow rose behind him, its form flickering in and out of visibility.
It stared at the tiger's corpse, then—under Ghost Douluo's stunned gaze—released countless black threads that latched onto the carcass.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's body convulsed. From within, a pitch‑black orb burst free.
The orb tried to flee, but the shadow's threads caught it instantly, binding it tight.
No matter how fiercely it struggled, the orb couldn't break free.
The threads reeled it in, dragging the orb toward Luo Ling's shadow, where it dissolved violently into raw energy.
As the power merged with the shadow, a new soul ring began forming around Luo Ling—a second ring, separate from the original one rising from the tiger's corpse.
Ghost Douluo's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
A single soul beast was producing two soul rings?
Was that even possible?
And even more absurd—Luo Ling was absorbing both at once.
The old Douluo tried to speak, but words failed him.
Ever since he'd met Luo Ling, impossibility had become normal—twin spirits of identical origin, fusion between his own souls, merging soul rings…
He could only watch in silence, numb to surprise.
Luo Ling, unaware of his companion's shock, could only feel two streams of energy flooding into him.
First into the Crow Shadow Puppet, then into the Desire Spirit.
It seemed the main soul ring still belonged to the puppet, but the second—the essence contained in the black orb—was being devoured by the Desire Spirit.
His heart pounded frantically. If not for the danger of interrupting the process, he might have leapt up in panic.
Both martial souls drawing in power at once—the strain was unbearable.
A crimson mist seeped from his skin, a sign his body was reaching its limit.
If it had been only one ring, below fifty thousand years, he'd have no problem. But now he was absorbing two simultaneously—one of which contained the beast's soul itself.
Pain wracked his entire body. He clenched his jaw and endured.
Time stretched endlessly. The agony dulled to numbness, and then—suddenly—his mind blurred.
When awareness returned, his eyes opened onto a world of pitch darkness.
A throne rose before him, and on it sat a striking man draped in shadows.
"Well, now… how interesting," the man mused, smiling faintly. "You can actually absorb the soul pearl of a Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?"
Luo Ling said nothing, feeling the man's gaze sweep over him.
Amusement sparkled in those eyes—until abruptly, the man's expression changed.
"Wait… this aura—" he said sharply, his smile vanishing. "You're Primordial?"
(END CHAPTER)
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