Back at the Tree Heart, Old Ox looked at Wang Wu's emaciated frame and said nothing. He merely silently brought over ten spirit fruits.
They all knew that at a time like this, they had to accumulate strength by every possible means. The more preparations they made now, the greater their chances of surviving on the road to escape.
Wang Wu was fighting desperately. So was he. Even Little Mountain Pig was fighting desperately.
Fortunately, all three of them seemed to have gained quite a lot.
After frantically eating Tree Heart wood, Old Ox had gradually touched upon the path of condensing an Aperture-Opening Demon Core. Seventh Rank no longer seemed beyond reach.
As for Little Mountain Pig, this digging expedition had instead become a stroke of fortune for him, allowing him to find the right path. His Zhu Tiezui was the Ninth Rank Destined Demonic Weapon that was more likely to be cultivated, rather than those four tusks of his, which were more ornamental than practical in battle.
Truly, he was already confident that before they left, he could cultivate his Zhu Tiezui into a Ninth Rank Destined Demonic Weapon. It was an enormous surprise.
Comparing the two, among the Western Mountain Trinity, the one who currently looked the most pathetic was instead the rigid, old-master-like third brother.
But it was fine. Big Brother had his back.
Wang Wu did not say anything to Old Ox either. He ate the spirit fruits one small bite at a time, then let out a comfortable long sigh. He was alive again.
Ten fruits, 4,000 points of spirit energy, roughly 8,000 points of satiety. Old Ox really was a blessing to have as their logistics chief.
Then he closed his eyes and opened his attribute panel.
He currently had 4,500 points of