The underground world was vast. Su Mo wandered for nearly half an hour without reaching its end.
He encountered no danger, nor did he find any sign of the others.
However, as Su Mo traveled onward, he occasionally came across freshly dead corpses—some belonging to newly recruited disciples, others to black Demonic Insects.
Naturally, Su Mo would not waste such blood essence for nothing. He strolled along at ease, devouring blood essence whenever he encountered a corpse.
Without lifting a finger, he could devour vast amounts of blood essence. This was far quicker than hunting Demonic Beasts himself and devouring their blood essence.
However, the Demonic Cores of these insects had already been taken away. Moreover, Su Mo had not seen a single spiritual herb along the way. Presumably, they had all been swept clean by the great geniuses.
Su Mo was not in a hurry. Even without spiritual herbs or Demonic Cores, obtaining such a large amount of blood essence was enough to make him happy.
So long as his cultivation continued to rise and his strength became great enough, would he still need to fear lacking Demonic Cores?
"Level 2 Demonic Insects?"
At that moment, Su Mo's eyes lit up. Several more corpses appeared ahead—three Demonic Insect corpses and the corpses of two martial artists.
The three insect corpses were clearly twice as large as the insects he had seen before, each as large as an ox's head.
Su Mo was overjoyed and hurried forward to devour them.
Although the amount of blood essence from those three insects was less than that of the two martial artists, the vitality contained within it was seven or eight times greater than theirs.
As the vitality entered his body, Su Mo hastily refined it, and his cultivation once again soared at