Lu Ran was speechless. He could feel that this guy was probably at his limit. He probably felt like there were ants crawling all over his body. He wanted to consume souls but was afraid to do so.0

Even though his condition was slightly better than that undercover agent from the International Alliance, it wasn’t by much. He was likely on the verge of losing himself. There were definitely many people like him in the Other Shore.0

Of course, there were always a few with extraordinary talent who could resist it indefinitely. For example, his cheap necromancer master had relied solely on his willpower to forcibly cultivate to the Legendary rank without suffering any negative effects.0

Still, necromancers on Stellar Moon Continent had some advantages over those on Blue Planet.0

At the very least, they practiced meditation, a technique from the Undead Cult that could suppress chaotic thoughts to a certain degree.0

In contrast, Blue Planet’s beastmasters, who lacked cultivation techniques, could only rely purely on willpower to endure it. Lu Ran had no idea how long this guy had been a necromancer.0

“How many...0