Wang Daoyuan had killed quite a few Golden Striped Tigers before. Though they were tiger Demon Beasts, they lacked White Tiger bloodline, and their talent was nothing impressive.
Ordinary Golden Striped Tigers could only grow to High-grade Second-order. Those capable of cultivating to the third order were already quite rare.
The ten Golden Striped Tigers they had faced should all have been Low-grade Third-order.
Three Violet Mansion Late Stage Half-demons, if armed with powerful artifacts, would have little difficulty dealing with ten Low-grade Third-order Golden Striped Tigers.
As the three Half-demons boasted to one another, Wang Daoyuan also gleaned quite a bit of information from them.
For instance, he learned where the Demon Races of the Skyrend Mountain Range and the Extreme Cold Ice Plains had clashed, as well as the scale of the conflict between the two sides.
After learning this information, Wang Daoyuan fell into thought.
He had learned from the Myriad Spirits Ancestor that wherever Soul Demons appeared, there were usually Demon Race members close to death.
What they collected those Demon Race souls for, no one knew.
If one wanted to find dying Demon Race members, a battlefield was the most suitable place.
The place where the Demon Races of the Skyrend Mountain Range and the Ice Plains were fighting was the most likely place for Soul Demons to appear.
Wang Daoyuan decided to follow these three fellows and take a few turns around the battlefield. Perhaps he might really draw out some Soul Demons.
No matter what, it was still a glimmer of hope.
It would be difficult to learn anything about Soul Demons from a group of Violet Mansion Half-demons.
Having made up his mind, he carried a jar of wine to the table where the three Half-demons sat.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists."
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