Man Faced Demon Spider

The Shrek group watched the two figures disappear into the depths of the forest, and smug looks appeared on their faces almost in unison.

Only Ning Rongrong remained standing where she was, her mood visibly low.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, casting a disdainful glance in the direction the two had vanished before turning to Oscar. "Little Ao, stop dawdling. Hurry up and do it."

"Alright!" Oscar's spirits lifted, and he hesitated no longer.

He gripped the dagger in his hand and precisely plunged it into the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's vital point.

The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent convulsed violently a few times and let out a miserable hiss before going completely limp, never to move again.

A deep purple Soul Ring slowly rose from the serpent's corpse.

Zhao Wuji gave a grave order. "Begin absorbing it. Everyone else, rest where you are."

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison. They nodded and each found a clean spot to sit cross-legged and rest with their eyes closed.

The forest fell quiet for a time, with only the faint sounds of Oscar sitting cross-legged and drawing in the Soul Ring.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji's gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong, who was standing alone in a daze. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Ning Rongrong, who was that person just now...?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted about as she casually replied, "Nothing. He's just an ordinary friend I've known since childhood."

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes. Having roamed the Soul Master world for many years, he was far too shrewd not to see that the girl was lying.

Still, he could not be bothered to dig deeper. He merely gave a faint "Mm" and asked no further questions.

Just then,

"Buzz!"

A wave of Soul Power rippled out from Tang San, who had been resting with his eyes