Night fell like a vast swath of black velvet, slowly draping over the canopy of the Star Dou Great Forest. The dampness of the woods mingled with the scent of decaying leaves, accompanied by the distant growls of unknown Soul Beasts, creating a primitive and dangerous atmosphere.
Yet within this undercurrent-laden primordial forest, one small clearing was unusually peaceful. The Shrek Seven Devils—no, they should now be called the Eight Devils—sat gathered together, taking a brief rest.
No one spoke. Even Ma Hongjun, usually the liveliest among them, had settled down and merely chewed his food in silence.
The mood was somewhat heavy. Fatigue, excitement, and an indescribable shock were intertwined in everyone's eyes.
Their rest in the forest did not last long.
Han Yuchen could not even be bothered to start a fire. In this perilous forest, even the smallest flicker of flame could become a beacon that drew predators in.
He simply had Oscar make a few Recovery Great Sausages. Everyone took a few careless bites, enough to restore some strength.
Time was precious.
He had no interest in feeding mosquitoes here.
The team efficiently packed up and set off once more.
Tang San followed beside Han Yuchen, still idly turning over the purified, crystalline Eight Spider Lances soul bone in his hands. The shock in his eyes had yet to fully fade.
Yuchen had said he would take care of it, and it had truly gone from a piece of trash brimming with evil aura to a divine object shimmering with flowing light.
Such methods had already surpassed the realm of Soul Masters.
Just as Tang San's thoughts wandered, a minor commotion arose at the front of the group.
Amid rustling friction, a familiar crimson serpent slid down from the dense canopy.
It seemed to sense the