Netherworld Wolves

The appearance of the ten-thousand-year Spirit Cat was only a minor interlude and had no effect on Tang Liu's plans. Of course, it could also be considered an unexpected windfall.

After giving his teammates a brief lesson on Spirit Cats, the six of them continued roaming the Inner Zone.

They wandered there until nightfall without encountering any Soul Beasts particularly suitable for Xu Yue or Xu Chen.

Since the danger in the Star Dou Great Forest would soar after dark, they found a relatively spacious spot and settled down to rest.

Apart from Tang Liu, the other five took turns keeping watch.

However, nighttime was also when many powerful Soul Beasts became active.

In the small hours, Ye Lingling, who was on watch, woke everyone. They then noticed a disturbance gradually approaching from afar.

They exchanged glances. Then Xu Chen turned into a dark silhouette, spilled onto the ground like a puddle of liquid, and finally merged into the shadows on the ground, swiftly heading toward the source of the disturbance.

This was his Martial Soul, Dark Shadow. It closely resembled Shadow Douluo's shadow, but possessed the additional power of the dark element, making his Martial Soul both stronger and harder to detect.

Besides, as an agility-attack Soul Master, he was undoubtedly the best choice for scouting.

Before long, Xu Chen returned with news from ahead. "This is trouble. It's a pack of Netherworld Wolves. The strongest has reached fifty thousand years of cultivation, and even the weakest are at the thousand-year level."

Mu Jing's eyes lit up. "I think we've found your Soul Ring."

Xu Chen paused, then recalled the Netherworld Wolves' innate Soul Skills, and a hint of delight appeared on his face as well.

Ye Lingling frowned. "Roughly how many Netherworld Wolves are there?"

Xu Chen replied,