Xiong Jun Was Refined into the [Zombie Bear King] by Zhongli Wu!

The moon sank like iron.

At the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, gray-white undead mist spread soundlessly, sealing off a forested area ten miles in every direction.

Within the mist, seven figures skimmed over the treetops.

The leader sat atop a [Bone Dragon], suspended beneath the clouds.

The Bone Dragon had a wingspan of over thirty meters. Every beat of its wings stirred up a foul wind, while two clusters of ghostly green flames burned within its hollow eye sockets.

Zhongli Wu looked down over the entire forest, his black robe snapping in the night wind.

"Report on the sweep of the outer region."

Below, the voice of the Fourth Elder, the [Nether Douluo], came through the undead mist. "Seven Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts have been slain and refined. Three of them had excellent-quality souls and have been sealed into the soul banner."

"Seven?" Zhongli Wu's tone was calm. "Too few."

"Cult Leader, these Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts may be injured, but after all—"

"But what?" Zhongli Wu cut him off. "The beast tide has only just retreated. The ferocious beasts in the core area have no time to look outward. A window like this comes once in a century. Give me a reason other than 'too few.' I don't want to hear it."

The Nether Douluo fell silent.

The group continued deeper.

The path was littered with traces left behind by the retreating beast tide—broken ancient trees, dried pools of blood, and scattered fragments of scales.

From time to time, low cries of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts echoed in the distance.

A Level 93 Consecrated licked his lips. "The last time we tried to enter the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, we lost eleven men. These injured beasts today... they're practically food laid out on a