Tang San did not know what his father was thinking. At that moment, he was completely immersed in the pleasure of his soul power increasing.
One plant, two plants, three plants... The range of his devouring continued to expand. The roots of the Blue Silver Grass dug deeper into the soil and spread farther and wider.
The plants whose life force he had devoured withered at a visible rate. Their emerald leaves turned yellow and shriveled, their full branches dried out, and in the end, they completely became piles of decayed remains.
Centered on Tang San, a ring of death was spreading outward.
Thirty feet.
Sixty feet.
Ninety feet.
All the plants within the ring rapidly withered, turning the once lush forest into a silent, barren wasteland.
Yellowed leaves drifted down in flurries, carpeting the ground in a thick layer. The trees that had been entwined by Blue Silver Grass roots had bark that turned gray-white and cracked, resin seeping from the fissures like corpses that had drained their final drop of blood.
And in that short time, Tang San's soul power had risen by an entire level.
Level thirty-six.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.
There was no visible change in his palms, but he could feel that the soul power within him was far richer than before. More importantly, the satisfaction and joy brought by his rising strength were sensations he had never experienced before.
"Too slow," Tang San said quietly.
Tang Hao frowned.
"Devouring the life force of plants is too slow." Tang San raised his head, his eyes burning with a light Tang Hao had never seen before. "Dad, what about soul beasts? Would the effect be stronger if I devoured the life force of a hundred-year soul beast?"
Tang Hao