Holding the newly upgraded sickle, he walked with light, brisk steps, practically radiating vigor.
Aside from the sense of ease in his heart, his right foot was also exceptionally strong—literally making his steps lighter.
The One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelope Right Foot Bone had strengthened his body.
His overall abilities had improved.
And as the location of his External Soul Bone, his right foot had received the greatest enhancement, strengthening his entire right leg in the process.
One-Eyed Giant Horn Antelopes could leap dozens of meters.
Fang Ling was not that powerful, but he could still jump seven or eight meters.
Even without jumping, merely walking made it feel as though he were stepping on springs, light and floaty, like walking on cotton.
He was even faster than when he had previously traveled at full speed.
Half a day passed, and he easily gained another six points.
Since he was heading straight out of the forest, the Soul Beasts grew weaker the farther out he went, all of them merely Ten-Year Soul Beasts.
At this point, it was impossible for him to run into another inexplicable Thousand-Year Soul Beast, right?
If there were really so many stubborn Soul Beasts that refused to let things go, would they have survived until now?
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As Fang Ling walked, he suddenly realized that the surroundings were far too quiet.
Even the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves had vanished. The silence was terrifying.
The eerie atmosphere stirred an inexplicable unease within him.
He looked around, but as far as the eye could see, it was nothing more than an ordinary Primeval Forest.
"Don't tell me I'm really this unlucky..." Fang Ling muttered inwardly. His nose twitched lightly, and then his face abruptly darkened.
A fishy-sweet fragrance permeated the air.
Just one shallow breath