Under this kind of pressure, Wang Feng felt that his soulforce circulation and absorption had become much faster. The muscle fibers in his body were also repeatedly compressing and solidifying themselves.
At this moment, the Dream God Machine heaved a sigh of relief when it sensed Wang Feng's soul power.
Is he finally using his soul power?
However, after level 60, the strength of each level would be far stronger than the previous level!
As one's soul power cultivation progressed, the difference between ranks would become bigger and bigger!
Following which, the Dream God Machine began to increase its soul power pressure, slowly increasing it level by level.
He felt that he was under the most pressure.
The Dream God Machine couldn't imagine that it was exerting soul power pressure on a Rank 34 soul master …
All the way until Rank 64.
Wang Feng's expression changed slightly. He circulated his soul power in a frenzy to resist the pressure. However, the terrifying soul power pressure was like a tsunami that slammed into his body, stirring up the space around him. He felt as if he was being mercilessly slammed into by countless people every second.
"Mysterious Underworld Armor!"
Wang Feng secretly released the Mysterious Underworld Armor and attached it to the surface of his body. No one noticed.
What was interesting was that Wang Feng discovered that his control over the Mysterious Underworld Spike had become even faster under the terrifying pressure of this soulforce!
He was delighted. He diverted his attention. As he circulated his soul power to resist the pressure, he controlled his soul power to control the Mysterious Underworld Spike.
One spike … two spikes … fifty spikes … sixty spikes.
Damn, my control over the Mysterious Underworld Spike has increased under such conditions. It's indeed obvious.
No wonder Little Three's Eight Spider Spears can be controlled so perfectly under such conditions … I can control at least a hundred spikes in this trip!
Wang Feng used five months to control the first three hundred spikes. After that, he used an average of a hundred spikes per month. As his control over his soul power became better, the number of spikes he could control increased rapidly.
Now, under this soul power pressure, it was increasing exponentially!
Furthermore, this control couldn't be detected.
It was like the anal lifting exercise. It tightened the anus and trained the anal sphincter.
If you were standing beside someone, you could unknowingly perform the anal lifting exercise dozens of times. No one would be able to detect it … unless they used their X-ray vision and could see the movements of your muscles.
The Dream God Machine and the other two Soul Douluo were the same. They couldn't see the Mysterious Underworld Spike and the Mysterious Underworld Armor unless they could see the circulation of Wang Feng's soul power.
Just like that, Wang Feng rapidly increased his control over the number of Mysterious Underworld Spikes.
At this moment, Wang Feng's mind was completely focused on controlling his soul power and channeling it into the Mysterious Underworld Spike.
On the outside, everyone's faces were filled with shock.
"Lin Feng, this brat … could it be that he didn't use his martial spirit?
It's almost at Rank 67! "
Zhao Wuji broke out in a cold sweat. Level 67, even if he was in Wang Feng's position, he would have to use his Martial Spirit.
Even the Dream God Machine didn't dare to increase its soul power.
That was because if he wanted to increase his strength any further, he would need to use Martial Soul Possession in order to guarantee his precise control. Otherwise, if he wasn't careful, the pressure of his Soul Power could crush his opponent to death!
"Let's stop for now …"
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Zhi Lin's forehead. It couldn't be helped. At this point, they really didn't know where the limits of this monster captain were.
If he continued to suppress it, what if something went wrong?
However, at this moment, Wang Feng opened his eyes in a daze.
"Why did you stop?"
"…" Everyone.
Wang Feng felt that the speed of his Mysterious Underworld Spike had slowed down. Only then did he come to his senses. It seemed that his opponent's soul power had stopped.
At this moment, the number of Mysterious Underworld Spikes he could control had increased to more than 400.
However, just as he came to his senses, Wang Feng felt an intense pain all over his body. It was as if he was suffocating.
"Damn, I was too focused on controlling the Mysterious Underworld Spike just now … I didn't feel it …"
Wang Feng broke out in cold sweat. "I'm almost at my limit … However, the more I reach my limit, the more I can activate the Meteoric Tear … Even if it's just once!
However, if the level of this pressure increases any further, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it. However, if there are three Rank 67 soul power presences, it should be just right. "
There was no helping it. The increase in soul power pressure after each rank was too great.
The difference between one rank was like heaven and earth.
Simply put, if Rank 69 was too high, his body would probably explode. The Meteoric Tear wouldn't be enough. Rank 68 wasn't enough to activate the Meteoric Tear.
Three Rank 67 soul power presences were just right.
Thinking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but lower his voice.
"Is it possible for the other two seniors to come up as well and maintain this kind of soul power pressure?
Can you lend me a hand? "
"…" Everyone.
"Interesting, interesting!"
Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin were truly shocked by these words. Not everyone could withstand the pressure of soul power!
Just the Rank 67 soul power pressure from the Dream God Machine was even more terrifying than Zhao Wuji's sixth soul skill!
This was the soul power pressure from a Soul Douluo!
Three seniors?
Even Zhao Wuji didn't dare to say this.
The three seniors looked at each other. Seeing Wang Feng's determined eyes, they were slightly moved.
"Come and try."
The Dream God Machine said in a low voice.
Hearing this, Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin didn't hesitate anymore. Two terrifying soul power presences landed around Wang Feng!
Boom!
A wave of energy surged from Wang Feng's body. Ning Rongrong and the others couldn't help but circulate their soul power to resist this overflowing pressure.
Almost instantly, Wang Feng's entire body emitted countless crackling sounds of bones exploding.
Under the terrifying pressure, Wang Feng's body reached its limit!
The golden lotus slowly appeared in Wang Feng's palm.
The Meteoric Tear in his body finally surged with a faint energy that flowed through his body. This energy wasn't much, and it wasn't enough to greatly increase his physical strength!
However, it could increase his soul power rank!
The energy in the Meteoric Tear was extremely pure!
Wang Feng didn't know what this energy was, but it was definitely of a very high level!
As the energy flowed through Wang Feng's limbs and bones, Wang Feng exclaimed in satisfaction. He couldn't help but say,
"Awesome!"
As he finished speaking.
Suddenly, the entire guest room was dead silent!
"Damn, why do I feel that this is so familiar?"
Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment. After that, he couldn't help but think.
At the same time, the other three Soul Douluo were stunned.
Awesome?
You can feel awesome now?
We are three Soul Douluo, and we have Rank 67 soul power!
"Eh, his soul power has broken through!"
At this moment, the three of them looked at each other. They quickly retracted their soul power pressure and looked at Wang Feng.
Under the effect of the golden lotus, the green fog turned into golden light. The golden light covered Wang Feng's body, and it was as if he had an additional layer of golden gauze. It was extremely dazzling!
As his soul power flowed, the golden lotus in his palm exuded a faint and gentle aura.
Everyone in the guest room felt a wave of warmth!
"He's close to Rank 36!" Wang Fengxin was a little excited!
This time, he didn't activate much of the Meteoric Tear. This was because the soul power pressure didn't push his body to its limit.