Bab 1987: Poor Fleus

"Ahem..." Rean quickly pointed at Roan. "You should be thankful that it was me who gathered them. My brother here would have been much better."

That was true. Roan's Soul Guiding Power was definitely superior to Rean in all aspects.

Roan didn't seem to care, though. "What now? Do we simply let the Soul Devil take form?"

"No." Fleus shook his head. "The devils are taking this chance to absorb even more dead souls into their bracelets. That Soul Devil won't absorb anywhere near enough souls to finish taking form, let alone grow strong enough to pose a risk to the devils."

Fleus was correct. Soon, the Soul Devil ran out of souls in its surroundings to grow. Worse than that, the devils around began to use their Soul Guiding Power to tear the Soul Devil apart.

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