"Is it really dead?"
The soul beast before him, its body split in two from back to front, had stopped moving.
Fang Ling's eyes held a trace of scrutiny.
Weakness Detection was operating at full force, yet he could no longer see any fluctuations of Soul Power from the One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelope.
By now, even its blood had stopped flowing and was gradually drying up.
Fang Ling poked it with the sickle. Only after a purple soul ring appeared did he finally relax.
He did not intend to linger here for long.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt that something was off.
"But it's already dead. What could possibly be wrong?"
"Could it be a soul bone?"
At the thought of that unbelievable possibility, Fang Ling's heart skipped a beat.
He subconsciously used the Cursed Blade to cut the stuck One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelope in half and pull it out.
Ignoring the streaming fresh blood, Fang Ling took out the exquisite Dagger he had obtained from the Old Beggar in Notting City and swiftly, precisely dissected its body.
No crystalline energy mass condensed out, nor did its giant horn or single eye possess any unusual luster.
But those were not the important parts.
Fang Ling's gaze locked tightly onto the antelope's right front hoof.
The surging Soul Power, its shining color, and the warm, smooth texture when held in his hand—there was no way he could be mistaken.
This was a soul bone, a treasure second only to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring—an External Soul Bone capable of rapidly evolving as its owner grew!
One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelope Right Foot Bone!
If there was one on the right front hoof, what about the left?
Fang Ling stared at the left hoof. It was merely