Deep in the blood-colored forest, Lin Dong adjusted his breath and stood up.
He was tall and standing under the blood-red moonlight, surrounded by lingering internal Qi fluctuations, appearing both aloof and resolute.
His gaze was locked on the massive and twisted figure not far away—the corpse of the Four-Star Demon Emperor-level Blood Beast "Soul-Devouring Demon Jiao."
At the moment, it no longer had any breath.
Its body, covered with dark red scales, became dull and lifeless, its eyes wide open, death not peaceful at all.
Not long after its death, suddenly, from the shattered body of the Soul-Devouring Demon Jiao, a dazzling "Blood Soul" flew out.
It snaked through the air like a slender blood river, twisting, emitting tempting light, as if it contained some incredible power.
Lin Dong's gaze sharpened, he could feel the purity and strength in this power, an immense opportunity for someone like him who cultivates mental power.
