Several Icefield Pigs, each a few hundred years old, went into his stomach and were broken down by his digestive energy in just a few seconds, but the energy they provided made Li Chang'an frown inwardly.
"Such thin energy... Sure enough, these low-year soul beasts can already do very little to improve me now." Li Chang'an's nine snake heads swept over the surrounding trembling Icefield Wolves, and his gaze finally focused on the thousand-year Wolf King. One of his heads stretched out its neck, bit it directly, and swallowed it down.
Throughout the entire process, the Wolf King showed not the slightest sign of resistance, as if it had accepted its fate. After all, the gap between the two sides was far too great, whether in bloodline or cultivation. Resistance was meaningless.
And after he swallowed the thousand-year Wolf King and digested it completely, the energy he gained was stronger than what a Hundred-Year Soul Beast provided, but only by a limited amount. There was no qualitative change.
Li Chang'an understood.
Soul beasts below ten thousand years now improved him only very slightly. Unless he devoured them in great numbers and used quantity to make up for quality. But the time that would take, compared to the gains, simply was not worth it.
Rather than do that, he might as well go straight to hunting ten-thousand-year soul beasts.
"Still, it isn't absolute. If it's a soul beast with an extremely high-level bloodline, like the Titan Giant Ape or the Sky Azure Bull Python, then even if it's only a hundred years old, the energy it provides in terms of purity would probably be enough to rival a ten-thousand-year soul beast," Li Chang'an thought.
And so, he set the standards for his next hunting targets.
Soul beasts with high-level bloodlines!
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