Through the Corpse Crow's eyes, Zhou Yan watched every move the Yellow Weasels made, but he didn't act rashly.
He understood that no matter how many ordinary Yellow Weasels he killed, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
Only the three Yellow Weasels leading the pack had evolved into spirits. They were the true targets he needed to deal with.
These three spirits were all formidable. Each of them was even stronger than the Yellow Weasel that had asked for a title during the day.
The oldest Yellow Weasel at their head was especially powerful. Its fur had turned almost completely white, and its face looked very old.
Yet the glints that occasionally flashed in its eyes were bright and sharp. Zhou Yan felt that it posed the greatest threat.
Though Zhou Yan couldn't determine how powerful the old Yellow Weasel was through the Corpse Crow's eyes,
he had seen records in the Yue Family Library and could judge by the creature's visible characteristics that it probably hadn't reached the Qi-Inducing Realm yet.
As long as it hadn't reached the Qi-Inducing Realm, it was prey Zhou Yan could go after.
For now, all Zhou Yan had to do was wait quietly.
Once the three Yellow Weasels came a little closer to the camp, the Corpse Controlling corpses buried underground could burst out and catch them off guard.
"It's a shame. If I had three Escape Corpses, I might be able to finish this in one go."
As he watched, Zhou Yan thought to himself.
"Gurgle..."
Suddenly, the old Yellow Weasel stopped. As though it sensed a threat, it halted abruptly and scanned the area with a piercing gaze.
The other two Yellow Weasel spirits stopped as well. They bared their teeth and searched the surroundings.
It wasn't just the three