Time passed swiftly, nearly two days in the blink of an eye.
In Su Yuan's palm, over a hundred strands of Hongmeng Silk swirled and intertwined like fish, transforming into a thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi under a mysterious violet glow.
"I've synthesized another thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi, making it five threads now." Su Yuan nodded with satisfaction.
Low-Stage King-level Battle Souls typically have ten or so strands of Hongmeng Silk, intermediate ones might have twenty to thirty, and the Eighth-Stage Battle Soul Su Yuan encountered yesterday had over sixty strands.
Now, ordinary High-Stage King levels can no longer pose a threat to Su Yuan. With the rush of four Tianluo Reflections, even Ninth Stage ones can only end up shattered, albeit they might hold on a moment longer.
Su Yuan stored the recently fused Hongmeng Purple Qi and continued forward with a flicker of his figure.
