From the perspective of Zhang Lie's draconic vision, the death spirit king's soul was entirely different. The form of its soul had been unusual to begin with: a lump of black sand mushed with pudding.

Now, the death spirit king's soul was like the slurry that was produced by blending a large number of fruits together, then adding a layer of mud over it.

All he could see with his eyes was a pile of squirming fluid. He didn't even know if it could be considered a soul any longer.

The death spirit king announced proudly, "Thank you for chopping up my soul and allowing it to combine with the remnant soul fragments of the wills of the world embedded in my soul!

From now on, I'm simultaneously the...