Huo Yuhao’s eyes were fixed on the soul power ball in Bo Saixi’s hand. If the opponent could not control it, he would take action in time.
Fortunately, as the strongest Extreme Douluo on the continent, Poseidon's mental power is stronger than anyone he has ever seen in this life, and the process of condensing the first soul core seems to be very smooth.
As Poseidon's soul power continued to be injected into it, the speed of that ball of soul power rotated faster and faster, and the suction force became more and more terrifying. A thin layer of mist appeared above the Temple of Poseidon due to the gathering of the vitality of heaven and earth.
"It feels a little less powerful than when Yuhao condensed his soul core before."
The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm in the spiritual space smacked its lips and spoke with some disapproval.
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