Oscar knocked Dai Mubai's hand away, then sighed as he looked at the others:
"Look! Look! You're getting worked up again. I wasn't finished talking!"
Zhao Wuji restrained the urge to punch Oscar and lightly patted his shoulder.
"Oscar, if you keep playing games, don't blame me for what happens next!"
Seeing that Zhao Wuji was getting impatient, Oscar stopped holding back and gave a light cough.
"Ahem. What if I told you that during that one minute of flight, I can fly at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's maximum speed?"
"What?"
Dai Mubai was stunned!
"You mean that after eating one of your Mushroom Sausages, we can fly at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's top speed for one minute?"
Seeing their astonished expressions, the corners of Oscar's mouth nearly rose to a ninety-degree angle.
Of course, he was not some crooked-mouthed dragon king, so reaching ninety degrees was naturally beyond him.
Flying at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's maximum speed for one minute!
At the very least, that meant covering two thousand meters. That was an utterly terrifying distance!
Oscar nodded. "That's right. Do you still think this soul skill of mine is useless?"
Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction.
"At least your efforts weren't wasted. Little Ao, your third Soul Ring is excellent."
"With your current Soul Power, how many Mushroom Sausages like this can you make?"
Oscar thought for a moment before answering.
"If I make them at full capacity, I can produce ten of these sausages at once!"
Zhao Wuji considered it. Ten such sausages would be more than enough!
If Oscar's Soul Power rose a little further, he would definitely be able to make more than ten!
Just as everyone was packing up to leave, a rustling sound suddenly came from the woods to their left.
The sound was