Of course, these hungry ghosts in front of Lin Ming were nowhere near that level.
Chi!
The electric snake spat out a bolt of lightning that struck a hungry ghost. In that instant, that hungry ghost’s soul was scattered into the wind!
A surge of pure soul energy streamed into Lin Ming’s body; in the next moment, he felt that his soul force had grown.
“Mm? Soul strengthening?”
Lin Ming was slightly stunned, and then he was jubilant. Before reaching the Xiantian realm, it was extremely difficult for one to cultivate soul force. Lin Ming had only done so by depending on the ‘Overbearing Soul Tactic’ and drawing inscriptions in order to augment his own soul force. However, that progress had been slow.
Although Lin Ming’s current soul force was much stronger than a martial artist at the same cultivation as him, it was still difficult to use that minimal soul force to draw up the body inscription symbol. That was why Lin Ming had barely managed to do so, and why each time after drawing the body inscription symbol, he had fallen into a deep slumber from overtaxing his soul force.
“I didn’t imagine that the power of the hungry ghosts could strengthen one’s soul force. That’s really too rare.”
To an inscription master, soul force was of the utmost importance. Moreover, once one reached the Xiantian realm, they would also have to cultivate the soul. If he was able to build an early solid foundation for when he reached the Xiantian realm, then his future cultivation would inevitably proceed much more smoothly.
Thinking this, Lin Ming’s fighting spirit began to seethe with fervor. The Thunder Soul in his body also seemed to be infected by his zealousness as it rapidly spun around the Heretical God Seed.
A thick bolt of twisting light emerged from Lin Ming’s body. The crackling bright lightning was really shocking!
“Kill!”
The Heavy Profound Soft Spear turned into a flying purple dragon as it twisted in the air. Countless arcs of lightning spun around him, weaving a huge, expansive lightning grid. In such a storm of lightning, the hungry ghosts were like specks of snow within a raging firestorm. They rapidly melted and then evaporated in air.
Their wailing howls lingered in the air. A stream of pure soul energy continuously flowed into Lin Ming’s body, nourishing the soul in his spiritual sea. Lin Ming felt as if his consciousness had never been so clear before. Even the smallest change around him could not escape his perception
At this moment, a shrill and mournful ghostly cry sounded nearby. Lin Ming didn’t even need to turn his head; his soul force had already locked onto the enemy.