The Strange Cave

But to hide these plant-type soul beasts, there was only one possibility: among them was a plant-type soul beast with the ability to conceal its own aura and the auras of other soul beasts.

Plant-type soul beasts were extremely rare, so Wang Sheng truly could not recognize what kind of soul beasts these plant-type soul beasts were.

But no matter what kind of plant-type soul beasts they were, they all shared one weakness: they feared fire.

And Wang Sheng himself just so happened to be a fire-attribute soul master.

So the sixth soul ring on Wang Sheng's body lit up. "Sixth soul ring skill, Flame King Blast!"

Wang Sheng raised the martial soul in his hand, the Blazing Blade, high above him, and fire power gathered in an instant. In the blink of an eye, a massive fireball fully ten meters across appeared over his head.

The fireball was like a miniature sun. The moment it appeared, the temperature throughout the cave shot up rapidly.

The plant-type soul beasts closer to Wang Sheng could no longer hold out.

One by one, they trembled violently, withering under the rapidly rising heat.

"Strange!"

Why were these plant-type soul beasts not counterattacking anymore?

If this went on, they would not even have a chance to strike back.

Besides, a casual count showed there were over a hundred plant-type soul beasts here. Even if every single one of them was only a hundred years old, if each gave Wang Sheng one hit, it would still be more than enough for him to suffer.

Yet they simply did not.

They would rather die than counterattack?

No matter how he thought about it, something felt wrong.

"Stop! We bear no ill will!"

Just as Wang Sheng hesitated over whether to throw down the huge fireball in