"Master, please don't make things hard. This guy is an 8th Rank after all.
Even though I'm borrowing your Strength, my essence is still only Seventh Rank. If this guy goes all out, to make sure I win, I really can't afford to hold back.
If I hadn't used the Divine Arts you granted me to damage his soul, I might not have been able to beat him."
Vlad looked down at Liuchuan on the ground with genuine respect—of course, the respect of a worthy opponent in terms of strength.
"I was hoping to get at least some intel out of him. Now his soul is shattered like this… even if we fix it, we'll probably lose more than half…"
Bai Yi sighed, but still raised her hand and started treatment with superpower. Her superpower's Strength branched out on the soul level, like vines wrapping the broken soul fragments back together.
But compared to an intact soul, the shards left behind, even pieced together, were less than one-fifth.
