Killing this monster had increased Charles's spiritual power and magic by at least the equivalent of four or five days of meditation training.
Charles's eyes were filled with delight.
Today's gains were quite substantial: the sapling, the doorframe monster, and this feline monster.
Together, they amounted to at least twelve or thirteen days' worth of meditation gains for Charles.
Even taking pills couldn't compare to Charles's rate of improvement!
Glancing at the sky, Charles felt he still had time.
So he threw another Wailing Bottle in the original spot.
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!!"
The piercing cries of an infant rang out once more.
But after waiting for quite a while, no monsters came.
Clearly, either there were no other monsters nearby, or these monsters had become wary of the Wailing Bottle.
Neither possibility was good news for Charles.
He patiently waited until the Wailing Bottle's duration had ended, then threw out another one.
At last, heaven did not disappoint the persistent.
A strange buzzing sound came from the distance.
"Buzzz! Buzzz! Buzzz!"
The sound was like the noise produced by low-frequency vibrations.
Charles looked in the direction it came from.
Two or three meters above the nearby ruins, a monster was slowly flying through the air.
The monster resembled a twisted sheet of facial skin.
The skin was enormous, as large as a table, and its complexion was livid.
The facial skin was stretched taut. Behind it were strands of something that could have been long hair or tentacles, writhing constantly.
That livid facial skin slowly flew closer and closer to the Wailing Bottle.
As it approached, all the rustling sounds that had been lingering nearby vanished at once.
The presence of this facial-skin monster was clearly on an entirely different level.
It brought Charles considerable pressure. He quickly lowered his