"Flying Flame, drink this!" Abel took out a bottle of soul potion and opened it.
Actually, Flying Flame was already waiting with its mouth wide open when Abel took out the soul potion. It knew how good it was, and Abel didn't give it another bottle after the first one. Of course, it couldn't wait.
The soul potion was poured into Flying Flame's mouth. Flying Flame's eyes were a bit empty, and the gray scales on its body were a bit darker. After 30 seconds, Abel realized that Flying Flame had recovered. The effect of the soul potion was over.
Abel then took out a bottle of "soul potion." He opened the cap and poured the purple liquid into Flying Flame's mouth. Although he didn't know how many bottles it would take, Abel still had about 30 bottles of "soul potion" in his Kong Kong Spirit Portal bag. Since they were in the Black Waste, there were a lot of hell creatures around, so it was very convenient to get the "soul potion." As long as he could increase Flying Flame's fighting power, he would be able to replenish the "soul potion."
The second bottle of soul potion was finished in 30 seconds, and the change was still very small. The gray scales on Flying Flame's body were a bit darker.
The third bottle, the fourth bottle, the fifth bottle, and the tenth bottle was poured into Flying Flame's mouth. Flying Flame's body began to tremble. It lowered its body and curled up on the ground. Its head was under its body, its tail was curled up to protect its head, and its wings were spread out to cover its entire body.
A powerful pressure was emitted from Flying Flame's body. This pressure was a lot stronger than when it was roaring in the sky. Even Abel's summons, who were already very familiar with Flying Flame, lowered their bodies and didn't dare to move.
Black Wind seemed to be affected as well, but as the king of mount wolves, it didn't lower its body. Instead, all its fur stood up, and it was on alert.
Abel didn't feel anything. Although he couldn't unleash his dragon essence, his soul was merged with a giant dragon's essence. Therefore, he just casually observed the changes in Flying Flame's body.
It took 10 bottles of soul potion for Flying Flame to level up. Bai Yun's body was huge, but it only took her 5 bottles. From this, it could be seen that Flying Flame's body was different from the rest. The dragons were powerful both in body and soul.
Flying Flame's entire body was shaking violently as if it was being stimulated by intense pain. Seeing this, Abel quickly sent out his perception through the soul chain, and Flying Flame's soul began to feel a sharp pain as if its bones were being pulled out of its skin.
Although the pain didn't originate from his body, it was still much clearer. His body began to twitch, but all he had to do was break the soul chain, and the pain would disappear.
If he could break the soul chain, he would be able to break the soul chain. However, Abel gave up on the idea of breaking the soul chain as soon as he realized that Flying Flame was in an even more intense pain. He endured the pain. Although he couldn't control his body anymore, he could still send messages through his soul.
A hint of understanding and comfort was sent into Flying Flame's soul. Although its master's actions didn't really reduce the pain, Flying Flame's body slowly stopped trembling. It was as if a kind of faith and power was being restored in its body. Its body that was originally curled up from helplessness also slowly relaxed.
Although the dragons were favored by the world, the world was always looking for some kind of balance. Powerful strength and strong body in exchange for low fertility, and the difficulty of leveling up was countless times higher. The risk of leveling up was also the highest among all creatures.
Flying Flame was still very young. Although the "soul potion" had fulfilled all the requirements it needed to level up, it couldn't fix the hole in its heart. It had lost its mother's love when it was young, and it had to live alone among the dragons. Therefore, it had no one to rely on.
The pain of leveling up almost made it lose the courage to continue living. However, Abel's soul had intervened. Its master had gone through thick and thin with it, and it had regained its hope for life. As long as it could fix the hole in its heart, the soul potion would be able to fill all the other requirements.
This was the power of the soul potion. It could strengthen the body from the source of the soul. This method of strengthening was different from other methods of strengthening. The soul was the most mysterious, and any change could lead to unpredictable consequences. Therefore, the research of the soul was the most difficult field for wizards to come into contact with.
Even with this kind of research and the help of God, it still required so many souls. Why didn't the Horadric cube absorb the souls of all creatures in the Holy Continent? It was because the strength of the souls was not up to the standard.
No place had a deep understanding of souls like hell. Only souls that had been modified by hell could be the only ingredient for the soul potion. A few hundred souls from hell could be combined into a bottle of soul potion. You could imagine the nourishment effect it would have on the soul.
An hour had passed, and Abel was no longer in the same condition as before. The twitching of his body had lessened a lot. Although the pain was still intense, the strangest thing about humans was their ability to adapt. He had slowly gotten used to the pain during this period of time, and his body was able to withstand it.
This was a very rare experience. One had to know that if this happened to oneself, one's body would have been severely damaged. However, the pain transmitted through the soul chains was only a kind of pain in the soul and had nothing to do with the body. As long as one could endure this kind of pain, the only effect would be that the body's tolerance for pain would be greatly increased.
Of course, Abel did not have this experience. He was still comforting Flying Flame. Suddenly, Flying Flame let out a scream. The pain was a few times more intense than before. It almost made Abel's body go into self-defense mode. Luckily, the pain was gone in a flash.
There was a hint of blood in Abel's mouth. It was the pain that made him bite the skin in his mouth. However, he did not have time to care about that. He was shocked to see a pair of claws on the tip of Flying Flame's wings.
Wyverns were called wyverns because they only had one pair of claws. Only giant dragons had four claws. Although Flying Flame's new claws were completely different from the giant dragon's thick claws, it didn't stop Flying Flame from turning into a four-legged wyvern or a two-legged wyvern with two claws.
The leveling up continued, but the pain had basically disappeared. All Abel could feel was the comfort of Flying Flame's body. In his eyes, Flying Flame's original scales were falling off, and new scales were slowly growing out from under its skin.
These scales were completely black, like the color of the night. It only took Flying Flame a few minutes to go from soft to hard scales that stuck to its body.
The sharp claws on Flying Flame's four claws continued to grow. They were originally white, but they were now blood red. Just by looking at the color of the claws, Abel could feel the enormous power contained within.
Finally, Flying Flame's soul was filled with excitement. Abel shared the joy of leveling up with it. Flying Flame stood up from the ground. It was not used to its new body, especially the two new claws on the tip of its wings.
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