Over the next ten days.
Chang Xuezong led Wei He back and forth through the frozen soil of desolate mountains and plains, avoiding the high-risk ghost wind zones and hunting only in low-intensity ghost wind zones.
They hunted two or three times a day on average, killing nearly thirty True Beasts in total.
Quite a few were repeats. They also encountered many excellent talents.
But Wei He was never satisfied. He always wanted to find something better.
Boom!!!
Another earth-shaking blast rang out.
Within the pine forest, a Triangular Black Bull whose body flickered in and out of sight crashed to the ground.
Wei He stood to one side, panting heavily and looking somewhat exhausted.
Chang Xuezong, standing nearby, had already grown accustomed to the sight.
This was a medium ghost wind zone. The True Beasts that appeared here could generally withstand medium-intensity ghost winds head-on.
In terms of True Persons, they were roughly equivalent to those possessing the total force of a second Fixed Perception.
Yet even so, after a hard-fought battle, Wei He had struggled to kill this Triangular Fire Bull.
"Kid, we've finally seen the bottom of you." He sighed.
When Wei He had fought those lowest-grade True Beasts before, it had been like watching him beat up children.
Even he, Wei He's senior brother, had been unable to gauge just how much strength Wei He possessed.
Now, it seemed that a Triangular Fire Bull requiring a second Fixed Perception to hunt had finally revealed the limits of Wei He's strength.
Chang Xuezong's heart turned sour. This was a junior brother who had only just entered the sect, yet his actual combat strength was already comparable to his own.
He had cultivated bitterly for so many years, but before this merciless reality, all those years of hard