Once he found the target, the rest was easy.
This pack of wolves was a dominant force in the barren Northern Territory, invincible under the Wolf King's leadership.
But they did not last three minutes against Lynn.
Before long, dozens of white wolf corpses littered the snowfield, and dozens more souls had been added to the Soul Lamp.
Other than their corpses and souls, the white wolves possessed nothing else. After cleaning up the battlefield, Lynn left directly.
The Northern Territory's environment was far too harsh. Lynn did not linger, leaving the Northern Territory through the teleportation array beneath the awestruck gaze of the apprentice who was as fat as a ball.
One year later.
Lynn stood outside an unnamed small city in a small Eastern Kingdom, looking up at the azure sky.
He had just emerged from an abandoned ancient castle outside the kingdom. After dealing with the curse within, he had cultivated there on the spot. It had also been where he had secluded himself for the past three months.
The castle was crude, but quiet enough. Because of the curse, everyone kept their distance from it, and no one disturbed his comprehension of the newly analyzed Truth Marks.
Three thousand.
He had completed a shallow analysis of all three thousand Truth Marks above the Main World's sky.
This was an immense achievement, and Gregor's lifelong dream. Today, it had finally been realized!
Lynn took a deep breath. The white vapor he exhaled shot through the cold air like an arrow before quickly dispersing.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, watching the arcs of electricity occasionally flickering beneath his skin and feeling the physical power within him that had fused with the Thunder Rule.
A year ago, when he had first fused with the