After a long while, Morticia finally slipped to the side as she fell asleep.

At that moment, Morticia's Power of the Fiend Soul had returned to normal.

Indeed, the heavenly spiritual aura in the Talisman Amulet had been passed to Darryl's body after their bodies touched. The heavenly spiritual aura and the Power of the Fiend Soul were incompatible. It was life-threatening to Morticia, but it was like an immortality potion to Darryl.

Darryl sat on the side. He felt as if his body had improved almost to the point of perfection, and his power had been enhanced after absorbing the aura from the Talisman Amulet.

Darryl was thrilled, but at the same time, he felt perplexed.

'F*ck! I slept with a Fiend Martyr.' He tilted his head to look at Morticia as he thought to himself. He was stunned, and he felt a chill down his spine.

He noticed it when Morticia was awake. Her delicate face was still slightly flushed, and her eyes were glaring at Darryl with anger and hostility!

'Such a strong