Everyone present stared blankly at Lin Feng, their expressions incredibly colorful.
"Is he absorbing a soul skill?" Yu Qiao asked his teammates in amazement.
He watched Lin Feng directly slap that silver-white demon spirit into his chest, which is the position of the Middle Dantian, also known as the Soul Sea.
The teammates were also bewildered; Lin Feng hadn't refined the demon spirit yet, so where did the idea of absorbing a soul skill come from?
If it's not absorbing a soul skill, could it be refining a demon spirit?
Refining the lowest-level demon spirit, a First Grade demon spirit?
Even if this carp was chosen from millions of carp and had undergone some dragon transformation, making it a dragon fish, isn't a dragon fish still a fish?
"Brother Feng?"
Yun Kai was also shocked. Compared to everyone's guesses, he knew that Lin Feng had not refined a demon spirit before.
This meant Lin Feng wasn't absorbing a soul skill; he was truly refining a demon spirit.
