Days passed one after another!
Under Hobgoblin Muguo's guidance, large numbers of Goblin tribes were wiped out, all of them turned into experience that continuously raised Tang Zheng's level.
The air throughout the outer region began to carry the scent of blood. Even the forest had grown quiet, and the normally dense birdsong had suddenly become much scarcer.
Lower Wind Month, June 29.
Splash!
Water sprayed into the air.
Tang Zheng emerged from a small river, swam to the bank, and took a thoroughly satisfying bath.
Although he had the "Odorless" spell to remove his scent, it only removed odors. It was nowhere near as comfortable or clean as taking a bath.
Hobgoblin Muguo truly knew this outer region well.
Tang Zheng walked ashore.
He took out a clean piece of clothing, dried the water droplets from his body, then pulled out a brand-new set and changed into it.
Then he plopped down in front of the steaming meat soup hanging over the campfire.
"Hiss."
Tang Zheng took a sip of the soup and let out a contented sound.
The flavor of the meat soup was rather plain.
But in this environment, it was already quite good. At least taking a bath and drinking hot soup put him in an excellent mood.
Of course,
his rising level had kept Tang Zheng in a fairly good mood these past few days.
However, another individual felt entirely the opposite.
Hobgoblin Muguo lay on the ground some distance away. Both his feet had been stomped broken, leaving him only able to lie there.
"Can't... kill anymore."
"Please don't kill anymore, human sir."
"I'm begging you, don't... kill anymore."
"Can't kill anymore..."
"Too many Goblins have died."
Hobgoblin Muguo lay on the ground, continuously letting out weak wails and tearful pleas.
Faced with those