After devouring a considerable number of souls, Zhu Wu's divine soul had grown to about ten times the size of a typical cultivator at the same stage.
Struck by noodle-thin, colorful lightning for half an incense stick's duration, his divine soul was tempered down to less than the size of a walnut.
Yet, considering his soul was not entirely destroyed, it was the greatest of fortunes within misfortune.
Chapter 126