Faced with such a straightforward idiot's attack, Fang Ling had stopped falling for it eight hundred years ago.
He swiftly dodged aside and immediately started running.
A Soul Beast with blood-red eyes was obviously not to be trifled with, and sheep were stubborn animals to begin with. The combination was simply unimaginable.
He couldn't seek Points from something like this.
Fang Ling was running nervously when, after only a short distance, a tremendous sound behind him suddenly shook the ground.
He hurriedly glanced back and abruptly saw a heart-pounding sight.
The One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelope was surrounded by a blood-colored glow, like a demon that had emerged from the depths of hell.
Wrapped in bloody light, it effortlessly rammed the towering tree beside it in half.
The crack of the break was deafening and terrifying.
"This attack power... it has to be a Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"
It couldn't be a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If it were, he would already be dead.
Fang Ling's heart trembled, and he sped up even further.
Man and beast began a chase through the Primeval Forest.
Fortunately, while the antelope's attacks were powerful, it was clumsy when changing direction.
After an hour of pursuit and dozens of shattered trees, Fang Ling finally shook it off.
The warning in his heart had yet to fade, so he continued traveling for quite a while before finally resting in a tree.
The nonstop high-intensity running had drained much of Fang Ling's stamina. He needed to rest properly.
Another two hours passed, and he thought he was safe.
Fang Ling had just killed an attacking Hundred-Year Soul Beast and gained two Points.
At this point, his martial soul still needed its final eight Points to level up.
Who would have thought that the antelope would find him again?
Fang