"Tsk tsk tsk, what a truly delightful scene."
A second later, Sterl deactivated Phantom Purgatory, watching as the souls in the Purgatory Space vanished in an instant. A satisfied, lingering smile appeared on his face as he spoke.
Millions of souls disappearing in the blink of an eye—this visual impact was simply exhilarating. It was like playing a massive game of match-3, but on a scale of millions—who wouldn't find that satisfying?
And all the souls that perished in the Purgatory Space would be transformed into his soul puppets. In other words, Sterl now had tens of millions of soul puppets at his command.
To be exact, it was twenty-eight million seven hundred seventy-five thousand!
"Too bad these souls are too weak. Even if I refine them all into soul power, it won't amount to much," Sterl thought with some reluctance.
