Nan Fusheng carefully observed the ten-meter-tall Golden-haired Lion Mastiff. Judging by its size and the powerful aura it radiated, its cultivation had undoubtedly reached the hundred-thousand-year level.
Yet, rather unexpectedly, this Golden-haired Lion Mastiff, which should have been exceptionally frenzied and aggressive, merely gave Nan Fusheng an indifferent glance before immediately turning its head and choosing to ignore him.
Then, its tongue flicked out slightly like a nimble shovel, instantly sweeping up a large patch of Purple-white Crystal fragments from the ground and swallowing them without hesitation.
As those crystal fragments entered its body, the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff's vitality grew increasingly vigorous. Its already formidable aura now churned and strengthened continuously like surging ocean waves.
Logically speaking, given the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff's crazed and battle-hungry nature, it should have been restless and brimming with aggression right now.
Yet, in an utterly abnormal display, it lay quietly within this area, living harmoniously alongside the other Soul Beasts without the slightest conflict between them. If outsiders learned of this scene, countless people would likely be left dumbfounded.
Nan Fusheng, however, was not surprised by the sight. He knew very well that if it were a normal Golden-haired Lion Mastiff, forget facing him—even if it faced Tianqian, whose cultivation had reached a million years, it would likely bare its sharp fangs without hesitation and launch a frenzied attack.
But before the omnipotent power of Parasitism, even a Soul Beast like this, whose mind knew only battle and madness, would become utterly obedient.
"Bella, eat up. Strive to become a Ferocious Beast as soon as possible." At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out, drawing Nan Fusheng's attention.
Sirin was seated steadily atop the giant dragon's head, encouragement written across her face as her eyes remained fixed on the dragon and she continually urged