After Wan’er’s reminder, Ye Fan began to test and launch an attack on the opponent’s remaining spiritual soul in the puppet.
Sure enough, at the beginning, Ye Fan’s spiritual power was not enough to shake the remaining soul.
But it doesn’t matter, as Wan’er said, a drop of water can penetrate stone.
Ye Fan continued to use his mental power to consume the power of the remaining soul bit by bit.
Of course, Ye Fan’s mental strength also needs to be restored.
Often, after a period of time, Ye Fan would take a break.
After his mental strength recovered to a certain level, he continued to attack the remaining soul.
Just like this, no one knows how long Ye Fan has been struggling with the remnant soul.
Finally, I saw that the power of the remaining soul was getting thinner and thinner, until finally, it shattered in an uproar.
“Brother Xiaofan, it’s now!”
“Use your spiritual power to refine these two puppets!”
The two puppets, black and white, who were originally struggling, instantly stopped moving.
At this time, Duanmu Wan’er realized that Mark had succeeded.
Duanmu Wan’er, who was overjoyed, immediately urged Ye Fan to strike while the iron was hot and quickly refine them.
“good!”
Ye Fan responded.
Immediately, the spiritual power was activated, soaked into the limbs and bones of these puppets, and, in their minds, a soul imprint similar to that of the previous master was condensed.
After all this was done, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, as if he had lost all strength, he sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
“worn out.”
“It’s finally done.”
Ye Fan sighed with emotion.
Then, with a thought, all the threads surrounding him disappeared.
The two puppets, like bodyguards, rushed to Mark and knelt down to Mark with a final bang.
Just call the master directly.