"If it's a trap, you should directly infer that once a soul imprint is planted, you could resist the opponent's ability. Only then would it be perfect."
Jiang Ming continued pointing out strengths and weaknesses.
Yun Shuang listened, shuddering to the core, stuttering, "You, you, you... are you human or ghost? How do you know this so clearly?"
"This flawed method is relatively tricky to comprehend. To successfully cultivate and form a soul imprint usually requires a substantial amount of time. That period also presents a chance to escape," Jiang Ming continued, "Unfortunately, you met me, you even attacked me, which determined your fate: from now on, you can only be of my service!"
His tone was light.
Under Yun Shuang's incredulous gaze, Jiang Ming had already formed a soul imprint. Not a flawed imprint, but a fully formed Taiyin Enslavement Skill's soul imprint.
No, it was more profound and perfect than that kind of soul imprint.
Had it been sublimated?
Oh my God!
