On the other side, Night Ghost Spirit Emperor, who Wang Ling had borrowed President Qi's mental energy to possess Insect Envoy Long Ming and had slapped him, finally woke up from his coma. But even though he had woken up, he was in very poor condition, and didn't even have the strength to get up.
This slap wasn't like the ones he had given Evil Sword God back then. Wang Ling had undone half of the talisman seal, so even if he didn't use all his strength, it was still fifty percent.
Combined with all the slaps he had given so far, this slap was of very high quality.
In terms of grades, Evil Sword God's slaps could only be classified as ordinary slaps. Further up were: Slightly Serious Slap, Very Serious Slap, Extremely Serious Slap, Expert Appraisal Slap, and Ultimate Buddha's Palm.
And this slap just now just happened to reach the "Very Serious Slap" level.
This slap hadn't just hit his body; even Night Ghost Spirit Emperor's soul had been shaken, and he had suffered pain and torture.
At that moment, although Night Ghost Spirit Emperor had already woken up, he couldn't move at all. He felt as if every acupuncture point and pore had become an erupting volcano, and he was burning with pain.
That kind of mental energy just now …
He was sure that it was definitely Huaxiu nation's Wisdom Saint; he was very familiar with that aura …
Although he had never fought Wisdom Saint face-to-face before, Night Ghost Spirit Emperor believed that he had a certain understanding of him. The other party was good at using mental energy to control things from afar, and in this world, the only person who could use mental energy to this extent … was Wisdom Saint.
Mental energy was a kind of power that was cultivated from a young age, and was different from spirit energy. It didn't need to be used on a spirit root, but it was extremely difficult to cultivate.
President Qi's actual combat ability wasn't strong, because his mental energy had already reached the pinnacle.
As far as Night Ghost Spirit Emperor knew, there was no one in this world who could cultivate mental energy and spirit energy at the same time.
This was the principle that you couldn't have your cake and eat it too.
So although this slap had landed on Night Ghost Spirit Emperor, he had never expected it to be from "Wang Ling."
As he wailed endlessly, he just felt that the power of this slap was too inconceivable.
Huaxiu Alliance …
It seemed that he really couldn't underestimate this place.
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor suddenly felt that he knew too little about the Ten Generals, and that he had to investigate them in depth.
He had always thought that President Qi was just a mental expert, and never expected him to have such terrifying attainments in cultivation.
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor realized that he had made a mistake.
Sometimes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will emerge victorious.
In this world, there were people who made mistakes every day. It wasn't too late to find out the truth now. Otherwise, when Little Sister Milk Tea was Little Sister Matcha … At that time, it would be too late to regret it!
As he lay on the ground enduring the pain of the slap, Night Ghost Spirit Emperor pondered this thought-provoking thought.
After about ten minutes, there was still no movement from Night Chief …
That slap had sent him too far away, and Night Ghost Spirit Emperor was now lying in the Gobi Desert. Who knew how long it would take for those idiots to find him?
So in the end, Night Ghost Spirit Emperor could only think of a way to save himself.
His injuries were severe, and he could only constantly release Perfected Immortal True Qi to heal his injuries.
However, the slap just now had the effect of severely injuring him. Even if he used Perfected Immortal True Qi, the rate at which his injuries recovered was like a snail climbing a tree; it was a pain in the ass.
Poor Night Ghost Spirit Emperor could only slowly recover from his injuries and start to try to move his fingers …
In this kind of situation, he could only cast some one-handed healing spells.
Thus …
Another twenty minutes passed …
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor could finally move one of his fingers!
This was the moment!
"Great Soul Cultivation Spell!" Night Ghost Spirit Emperor only used one finger to make a seal.
In a split second, with Night Ghost Spirit Emperor at its center, a deep blue magic array with complex runes appeared on the ground. Light lingered over the magic array, and countless souls hovered above Night Ghost Spirit Emperor's head to repair his soul.
This "Great Soul Cultivation Spell" was something Night Ghost Spirit Emperor had created based on the "Dark Pastor Collection" of a foreign forbidden technique, the "Bible of Darkness." In theory, it was also a forbidden technique that couldn't be recognized internationally. Its main principle was to use the souls that Night Ghost Spirit Emperor was constantly devouring to control them and turn them into his slaves to heal his soul's injuries.
Once these summoned souls ran out of soul power, they would be completely annihilated.
But from the moment he incorporated these souls, they had already become his slaves and were pawns that he could discard at any time.
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort of these souls being repaired. Although he was now lying on the ground in the Gobi Desert, it felt like he was in an outdoor spa.
A moment later, Night Ghost Spirit Emperor's arms and hands were mostly healed, and he could already move.
He made another seal and checked his soul warehouse, which contained all the souls he had devoured over the last hundred years …
"That's right … that brat Bai Zhe …"
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor suddenly smiled sinisterly as he thought of President Bai.
He had just devoured President Bai's soul a while ago, and he still remembered that President Bai's ability to recover was extremely strong.
"Just in time, I'll use Bai Zhe's soul to help my venerable self recover." Night Ghost Spirit Emperor's wishful thinking was very good.
…
Thus, when his soul was almost twenty to thirty percent healed, he summoned someone from his soul warehouse. "Bai Zhe, come out …"
A white figure slowly appeared in front of him.
This person was none other than President Bai, whom Night Ghost Spirit Emperor had devoured.
It was obvious that President Bai had been tortured in the soul warehouse. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were sunken in.
The environment of the soul warehouse was similar to that of a prison. Tens of thousands of strong souls were imprisoned here, and new souls would definitely receive the so-called "baptism of newbies."
"Bai Zhe … you look a lot more haggard?" Night Ghost Spirit Emperor chuckled.
"You're not qualified to say that." President Bai stared at Night Ghost Spirit Emperor's sorry figure and said in an icy voice.
"Kneel!"
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor only gave the order, but President Bai's knees already couldn't help but bend down.
Night Ghost Spirit Emperor raised his hand and lifted President Bai's chin with the air of someone who held great power. "Now, you're my slave … No matter how sorry I look, as a soul slave, I advise you to be careful with your words. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you were turned to ashes. If I want to, I can throw you into the Great Soul-Repairing Spell's array at any time as raw material, understand? "
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