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Chapter 45: Grabbing the Soul Ring (1/2)
“Are there still such rules in the Soul Hunting Forest?” Wang Feng was surprised.
“Not really, it’s just that it’s useless to kill them. It’s a waste of soul rings, so when we enter the Soul Hunting Forest, unless we meet a suitable soul beast, most soul beasts the three of us won’t kill, just make the soul beast lose its fighting ability.”
Ling Blade explained with a smile, “However, some soul masters are more murderous and may hunt soul beasts even if they don’t use their soul rings. Everyone’s pursuit is different, I guess.”
Wang Feng nodded, it did make sense, if he didn’t have anyone to team up with in the future and hunted soul beasts alone, he could do so without having to kill them.
It seemed like it would be more of an exercise.
“I’ll help you guys recover, try to keep your full state.” Wang Feng suggested.
“Do you have enough soul power?” Si Rong gave him a puzzled look, “We consume very little, but you’re only level 16, so you shouldn’t have much soul power, right? Isn’t it a bit wasteful to replenish us like this?”
“No no, it’s a waste at all.”
Wang Feng couldn’t wait for more practical soul power and directly used his soul power to urge the Golden Lotus to replenish the three of them with soul power, “Besides, I think it’s important to keep your soul power as full as possible, so that if you encounter a large and powerful soul beast that’s more dangerous later, it’s better to deal with it.”
Si Rong froze and thought about it, after all, there was no extra time to replenish when they encountered a large soul beast.
Giving Si Rong and Ling Blade their first recovery of soul power, the two of them finally felt that sour feeling of Old Black.
“Old Black, it’s quite enjoyable! The whole body is tingling
this soul power recovery, it’s somewhat interesting.”
A thief’s smile appeared on Ling Blade’s face.
Si Rong, on the other hand, smiled.
Immediately afterwards.
The four of them had been in the Soul Hunting Forest another the entire afternoon, hunting various soul beasts.
Only most of them didn’t kill, they just let these soul beasts lose their combat power and slowly recover.
“It’s night time, not a single suitable eight hundred year old soul beast, not even one encounter, luck is too bad.”
Ling Blade leaned on the tree, his spirit full of exhaustion.
Old Black was also sitting on the ground, his sturdy body, also shrugging at the moment.
Si Rong’s face also had dense sweat on it.
Only, Wang Feng was still in high spirits as he looked ahead.
All afternoon, his soul power, had been depleted, all the time, but as soon as he stopped meditating at that moment, his cultivation speed became much faster.
It seemed that the more it was consumed, the better and faster the meditation and cultivation speed became.
Just now it was a battle with a seven hundred year old soul beast, and although they had defeated it, all three of them were extremely tired.
“Three of you, do you want to replenish?” Wang Feng’s still mid-air voice rang out.
The three of them looked at Wang Feng uncharacteristically and couldn’t help but say in unison, “Do you still have soul power?”
This afternoon, they had encountered at least ten soul beasts, and normally, under normal circumstances, the three of them would need to replenish it after fighting at most four soul beasts in a row.
But with this kid called Thanos, he had fought ten Soul Beasts in a row at full strength!
At this moment, he actually still had soul power to replenish the crowd?
“No
Little Thanos, you’re really only level fifteen?” Old Black scratched his head, “It’s not like I’ve never seen a restoration soul master before, even at level twenty or so, they don’t last as Rong as you do, do they?”
“It can’t be helped, my greatest characteristic is durability.” Wang Feng laughed a few times in embarrassment.
His soul power was compressed, and although he was only level fifteen, his soul power was actually extremely durable, plus the meteor tears had an automatic recovery effect.
His soul power, at this point, was still one-fifth left.
Moreover, Wang Feng felt that he should be about to reach level sixteen.
Although this afternoon, Wang Feng hadn’t directly participated in the battle, he had been consuming soul power!
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” Old Black.