As time passed, the sound of anguished souls emanating from the white bone began to weaken.
When the last scream faded, a blood red hue appeared on the white bone.
This red color was the blood of Ye Feng.
As soon as the blood entered the white bone, a subtle connection was formed between Ye Feng and the bone.
And from this moment on, the white bone truly became Ye Feng's private possession.
With a slight grip, Ye Feng felt the immense power emanating from the white bone, his heart filled with a touch of delight.
After fusing with a sufficiently powerful soul, the strength within the white bone was undoubtedly stronger than before.
This also caused Ye Feng's own strength to increase in a disguised form.
This made Ye Feng slightly expectant as he looked at the white bone with softened eyes. After a brief pause, he lifted his head and looked forward.
The moment he gazed upon them, apart from the elderly figure, all other souls immediately lowered their heads.
