The key was the soul power consumed by flight. Used to make Flying Mushroom Sausages with his third soul skill instead, it would produce enough to stuff them all full and still leave plenty to spare.
"Little Ao, make a few so we can try them out." Tang San smiled and held out his hand.
How could Tang San possibly not know what these Flying Mushroom Sausages did?
In his previous life, he had tried them after Oscar obtained the skill. They had also used them against the Mad Fighting Team at Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.
In the end, they had won thanks to these very Flying Mushroom Sausages.
"Sure."
Oscar handed the Flying Mushroom Sausage he was holding to Tang San, then made several more and distributed them to the others.
"No testing. Get ready to leave." Flender's face was dark.
He had no idea how that useless Yu Xiaogang had taught Tang San. His letter had claimed the boy was a promising talent.
And this was the result?
He did not even know the most basic rules of soul hunting.
After obtaining a soul skill, they should briefly explain its effects to their companions and withdraw immediately. The smell of blood would inevitably attract plenty of soul beasts.
Yet he wanted to test his soul skill here.
Did he intend to fly into the sky and serve as an airborne target and snack for flying soul beasts?
Thud, thud, thud.
The ground began to tremble slightly.
Tang San's eyes lit up, while Xiao Wu's expression shifted.
Why was Er Ming here?
Flender had barely risen into the air when he spotted an enormous creature not far away beneath the dim light of the sky, with lantern-like eyes and a hulking frame.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the forest's