Abyssal Ghost Tribe

The moment the deer demon died, its subordinates scattered and fled.

But Zhang Yang truly had no interest in chasing them down now, because he had to rescue Wu Yuan first. After all, Wu Yuan was the only quasi-hero under his command.

At this moment, Wu Yuan lay on the ground like a corpse. He had neither breath nor heartbeat, and the black-smoke monster from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

But Zhang Yang dared to swear that Wu Yuan was not dead yet.

"Stand guard for me!"

After giving the order, Zhang Yang carried Wu Yuan into the Wood Demon Tower. Then he placed a hand on Wu Yuan's head, instantly releasing his Soul Force Field and locking onto Wu Yuan.

After that battle, his control over the Soul Force Field had become much more practiced. Moreover, he was truly confident he could find the black-smoke monster hiding inside Wu Yuan's body.

On the surface, Wu Yuan showed no abnormalities. But under the influence of Soul Power, Zhang Yang immediately discovered that the black-smoke monster was lurking in Wu Yuan's internal organs and blood. The only place it had not contaminated was his head.

"This is going to be tricky. I can't exactly peel that thing out like carving a wooden spear, can I?"

Zhang Yang felt a headache coming on. The fine structures inside the human body were worlds apart from the structure of a wooden spear.

He absolutely did not dare take the risk.

Just as he was worrying over the problem, Wu Yuan, who had seemed like a corpse all this time, suddenly opened his eyes. The muscles on his face stiffened into a grin, and he spoke in a strange tone.

"Damn little cultivator, you can't save him. He is destined to become my vessel. You are utterly powerless. However, I can give you a chance to cooperate. Give me his body, and I'll give you an enormous benefit in return."

"Go to hell! Shut up!"

Zhang Yang cast another Imprisonment Spell. Wu Yuan instantly returned to looking like a corpse.

"You think I can't deal with you just because of this?"

Zhang Yang hesitated, but in the end he could not bring himself to take out that white Fragment of Hope. Although he was certain that a white-quality Fragment of Hope would definitely work.

"Heh, it's not that I'm stingy. I'll try the gray one first. If it really can't do anything, then no matter what, I'll use the white Fragment of Hope to save him."

Thinking this, Zhang Yang took out the Gray Fragment of Hope dropped by the mountain monster and gently placed it on top of Wu Yuan's head.

"My demand isn't high. Just get that black-smoke monster out of Wu Yuan's body for one second."

The instant he made the wish, the Fragment of Hope immediately began to burn. In the blink of an eye, it turned to dust. Then Wu Yuan suddenly seemed to gain enough strength to resist. His face flushed with color as he came back to life and struggled wildly. In the next moment, a mass of black smoke was forcibly pushed out of his body.

Zhang Yang, who had been prepared for this, pounced straight at it and cast an Imprisonment Spell, binding the black-smoke monster. But unexpectedly, the thing struggled with tremendous force. Although the Imprisonment Spell was successfully cast, it nearly broke free several times.

"Chief?"

The moment the black smoke left his body, Wu Yuan immediately woke up.

"Get out! Everyone stay away from the Wood Demon Tower! No matter what happens, do not come near!"

Zhang Yang roared. He felt that something was wrong, because his Soul Power was plummeting wildly. He had also expended a great deal during the earlier battle. He was afraid he would not be able to keep the black-smoke monster imprisoned.

Only a few seconds later, the Imprisonment Spell failed. The black-smoke monster roared and pounced straight into Zhang Yang's body, attempting to control him.

This situation left Zhang Yang stunned. He had no idea whether the black-smoke monster had lost its mind or what.

After all, when it had been outside, imprisoning the black-smoke monster with the Imprisonment Spell had been extremely difficult.

But this idiot had chosen to possess Zhang Yang. Dealing with it was now ridiculously easy. Did it really think a B-minus-grade soul was a vegetarian?

In just one second, the black-smoke monster seemed to realize its predicament and tried to escape. But that was impossible now. It was immediately subjected to a massacre by Zhang Yang's remaining Soul Power.

Three minutes later, the kill information appeared before Zhang Yang's eyes.

"Successfully annihilated a level-5 Abyssal Ghost Tribe member."

"Successfully captured one complete Abyssal Ghost Soul. Can be sold."

"Obtained 750 points of energy."

"Obtained the Abyssal Ghost Tribe Mark. Cannot be sold or discarded. This mark is a unique curse of the Abyssal Ghost Tribe and will increase the probability of being attacked by the Abyssal Ghost Tribe."

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"Good heavens, this thing has such an impressive background? Looks like I've gotten myself into no small amount of trouble!"

Zhang Yang was astonished. Earlier, killing the Black-Skinned Mountain Monster had only yielded 600 points of energy. Yet killing this Abyssal Ghost Tribe member had given him 750.

Leaning against the Wood Demon Tower, he restored his Soul Power while grinning foolishly. The gains from this battle were simply too great. It was like replacing a bird gun with a cannon, setting him on the road to becoming a winner in life.

After quite some time, Zhang Yang finally came to his senses from his smug state. After sternly warning himself not to get carried away, he began examining his specific gains.

First was energy. Before this battle, his village had possessed 3,027 points of energy. But after the battle, the village's total energy had broken through the 10,000-point mark, reaching 10,380 points.

The Great Horned Deer Lord alone had contributed 3,000 points to Zhang Yang.

Next came the demon souls.

A complete level-15 Lord-Grade Demon Soul was valued at 12,000 points on the Golden Scales. Damn, that was truly expensive. This Lord-Grade Demon Soul could cultivate fifty elite soldiers at once, or raise ten elite soldiers to Captain-Level Soldiers in one go. If Zhang Yang used it himself, then, well, it still gave +1 to all attributes, along with one random talent or skill and a randomly matched Battle Runes.

A complete level-19 hero-grade demon soul was valued at 1,900 points on the Golden Scales. It could cultivate twenty elite soldiers at once, or raise four elite soldiers to captain level in one go. If Zhang Yang used it himself, then fine, it still gave +1 to all attributes, a random talent or skill, and randomly matched Battle Runes.

A complete level-5 Abyssal Ghost Soul was valued at 2,500 points on the Golden Scales. It could cultivate one village mage, village priest, or Village Imp. Clearly, this had unlocked spellcaster classes.

Those were the most valuable items. Zhang Yang had also obtained nine Red Eagle Remnant Souls, level 5, valued at 200 points each.

Seventy-six Azure Wolf Remnant Souls, level 1, valued at 50 points each.

Seventy-nine deer-demon remnant souls, level 4, valued at 150 points each.

Twenty complete Azure Wolf Demon Souls, level 1, valued at 200 points each.

Six complete deer-demon souls, level 4, valued at 500 points each.

Zhang Yang sold all those incomplete demon souls, gaining 17,500 points of energy. He had suddenly struck it rich.