"Hiss …"
Ye Yuan drew a cold breath in pain. The agony of the divine soul tearing was clearly awful.
"Looks like the breakthrough just now already reached the limits. Forcefully reciting this syllable anymore, and the divine soul will be at risk of ripping because of strengthening too quickly. Looks like wanting to shout out this syllable once more, I must consolidate my divine soul a little."
Ye Yuan understood the divine soul very well and discovered the issue behind it very quickly.
The divine soul strengthening too quickly was like being ripped apart by a powerful force. There would naturally be this kind of agonizing feeling.
As long as Ye Yuan consolidated the divine soul well, he could continue strengthening the divine soul through this syllable.
