Three young Soul Masters, who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, were working together seamlessly to encircle two Hundred-Year Azure Wolves.
Passerby 1: "I've got it!"
Passerby 2: "Move!"
A scorching fireball crashed down with a boom. A thick tree trunk exploded on impact, wood chips scattering as flames flew in every direction.
The two Hundred-Year Azure Wolves let out pained whimpers before collapsing with a crash. Their bodies turned into countless fine, pure-white motes of spiritual energy that floated in the air between the trees.
The leader of the team was a Three-Ring Soul Elder. With two yellow Soul Rings and one purple Soul Ring, his configuration was already considered outstanding among Soul Masters his age.
That fatal blow just now had come from him.
One of the assault-type Soul Masters shed his enhanced form and walked over to the other two.
"What a pity. One still got away."
"Be satisfied. Two Hundred-Year Soul Beasts, plus the ones we hunted before—we've made enough."
"Stop talking and absorb it while we can." The third teammate urged them in a low voice.
The three quickly adjusted their condition. Just as they were about to sit cross-legged and absorb the spiritual energy, a distinct rustling suddenly came from the grass beside them.
Their well-trained instincts instantly put all three on alert. They abruptly scattered, each taking up a fighting stance.
The next second, the grass was gently pushed aside, and a slender young figure slowly walked out.
Chen An was alone.
Tang Wuling, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue were all hidden behind the grass and trees of the dense forest, completely motionless.
Xie Xie immediately tensed up. He lowered his voice and affected a strange tone.
"Hey! Brother Chen? You're just walking out openly like that? That's a genuine Three-Ring Soul