The wounds of the soul cannot be cured.

But this soul-striking lamp cured the injured Hu Wanshan last time.

With curiosity, Liu Yutao wanted to explore and understand.

However, after waiting for a while, Liu Yutao never saw any changes in Situ Yunkong. The latter still looked angry. As soon as Liu Yutao let go, he struggled to get up and could not settle down at all.

"Sa Yun, what's going on? Why does it seem to be ineffective?" Liu Yutao frowned and said.

"Any soul-spiritual injury can be treated with a soul-summoning lamp, and it cannot be ineffective." Sa Yun also frowned, "Maybe your friend is injured more seriously and it will take longer."

I was anxious and couldn't eat hot tofu, so Liu Yutao nodded and waited patiently.

Time passed by minute by minute, not only Liu Yutao, but also Sa Yun was also paying attention to Situ Yunkong's changes.

However, after waiting for a day and a night, Situ Yunkong was still looking so swaying and unable to stabilize himself from the comfort of the soul-suming lamp.

"What's going on?" Sa Yun also began to realize something was wrong. "It shouldn't be like this. Even if he is so excited, it wouldn't be like this under the comfort of the soul-suming lamp."

"His situation has not improved at all." Liu Yutao frowned and focused his attention entirely on Situ Yunkong, not letting go of a slight change.

Sa Yun stood up and grabbed more Netherworld tribes, making the soul fire on the soul-summoning lamp even more vigorous.

Observe and wait.

Finally, two days later, Situ Yunkong's condition improved slightly, and his previous anger and unwillingness subsided a lot. Although he still looked vicious, he at least no longer struggled.

During this period, Sa Yun also continued to replenish the Nether Clan, keeping the soul-summoning lamp vigorous.

"Liu Yutao, if you use the number of Nether Clans used, the seriousness of your soul and your friend's injury is unimaginable." Sa Yun said: "If this kind of firelight is used by our Nether Clan, it will only be used under extremely serious injuries. Moreover, it only takes a while for the injury to heal."

"But it took your friend two days to come." Sa Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "But I'm sorry, your friend shouldn't still have a mind, it should have been wiped out long ago."

Liu Yutao also looked solemn.

Situ Yunkong's injuries should not be that severe.

As Sa Yun said, no spiritual world of a cultivator can bear such injuries. It should not be as simple as being injured. Situ Yunkong could not be able to stand up and fiddle with those magical instruments and bamboos like before.

"I also find it a little strange. The recovery speed of the soul-summoning lamp is very fast..." Liu Yutao said, "What has happened to his spiritual world?"

"There is another possibility." Sa Yun said: "Your friend's soul is not injured, but is being invaded. The recovery effect of the soul-summoning lamp is offset by that kind of damage. Only by increasing the recovery speed can it be effective."

"Injury?" Liu Yutao frowned.

Sa Yun nodded, "It may come from some kind of persistence, and I can't say it well. Maybe he has practiced some magical techniques that damage his soul. As long as this technique is still running, the treatment is to fill the hole-in-the-hole wooden barrel, and go in and out on the other side."

"Have you seen this before?" Liu Yutao asked.

Sa Yun shook his head, "I'm just a guess, but the current situation can only be explained like this."

"Overthinking too much will hurt your soul, right?" Liu Yutao asked.

"It is true, but the degree of injury should not be that great." Sa Yun shook his head, "Overthinking is indeed a shock to his soul, but this shock has always been temporary and easily subsided. After all, being tired is tired, and a strong will also require physical strength. This is not something that alone spiritual power can do, but now..."

"He is too strong and there is no sign of attenuation at all." Liu Yutao also discovered the problem.

It is true that Situ Yunkong has the power of the saint level, but at this time he was forced to suppress it by Liu Yutao with brute force. After so long, even Liu Yutao was a little tired, but Situ Yunkong was full of energy and showed no sign of consuming power at all.

You know, Situ Yunkong never stopped struggling.

It is not an easy task to resist Liu Yutao, who has almost all the power of the saint, to resist the second-level cultivation of the saint.

"Even people whose souls are not injured, there is no such powerful force." Liu Yutao said solemnly: "His power seems to be recovering. Does the soul-summoning lamp have this effect?"

"It is impossible to have this function. This is the holy weapon of our clan. It was specially created by Lord God for us. It can only restore mental power and repair mental damage. It is impossible to have substantial power to restore it." Sa Yun denied this possibility, "Besides, the Nether Clan does not have any physical power."

"In theory, this is true, but I'm a little tired." Liu Yutao smiled bitterly, took out the pill from the storage ring and swallowed it.

Sa Yun was a little amused and crying, "I can only say that your friend is really talented."

"Wait." Liu Yutao said.

Sa Yun nodded.

The two of them immediately said nothing and continued to wait patiently.

This wait took more than ten days.

Last time, Hu Wanshan's soul was damaged and he recovered completely after seven days. However, this time when he arrived at Situ Yunkong, he could still feel the madness of the latter in more than ten days, but compared to the violent situation before, it was still much better.

Liu Yutao could not tell whether Situ Yunkong was tired of resisting, or whether his soul was restored and his heart was calm.

"Liu Yutao, it is probably impossible for Liu Yutao to succeed in a few months." Sa Yun said with a wry smile.

Time does not mean much to the practitioner. It only takes a few months, and it will pass in the blink of an eye.

But now, Liu Yutao is a little anxious.

He doesn't have much time.

More than three years have passed since the ten-year agreement. Although Liu Yutao did not fully trust Singer, he had to take it to heart for the ten-year agreement.

Even in less than ten years, it may be difficult to avoid a battle.

Time is tight, and Situ Yunkong's recovery may not be able to provide himself with the necessary information.

"Wait for another month, if it doesn't work, you can only give up." Liu Yutao said to himself in his heart.

However, three days after Liu Yutao made the decision, Situ Yunkong did not make any special changes, but Hu Wanshan rushed over with an anxious expression.

"Liu Yutao, I need your help." Hu Wanshan's face turned pale.
Chapter completed!