Outside the Star Dou Great Forest, the group stopped once again to rest and recover.
Flying consumed soul power, and even Zhang Peng's control of his beast souls required a considerable amount of it.
Their target this time was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. Although their group included three Titled Douluo, none of whom were weak by the standards of their rank, the greatest difficulty in hunting soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest was never killing the target itself. It was avoiding the many terrifyingly powerful soul beasts within the forest.
For Jiang Hai, fighting a soul beast over seventy thousand years old one-on-one was not necessarily out of the question. But if he faced more than ten ten-thousand-year soul beasts, the battle would become exceedingly difficult.
And in the Star Dou Great Forest, the number of soul beasts drawn to a battle would only keep increasing.
What was more, their target was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Hundred-thousand-year soul beasts already possessed considerable intelligence. When the lips were gone, the teeth felt the cold; the death of one hundred-thousand-year soul beast could very well provoke the fury of the forest's great Beast Kings. That would be a true calamity crashing down upon their heads.
Under such circumstances, keeping themselves in peak condition was vitally important.
Likewise, flying was an innate gift for the White Sea Eagle. Unless he flew at full effort, he did not need to expend soul power, but he still consumed stamina. Thus, he also had to shrink down and recover his strength on Jiang Hai's shoulder.
Early the next morning.
The group finally set foot in the Star Dou Great Forest.
They were all powerful soul masters-and evil soul masters at that. After concealing their auras, they sped into the depths of the Star Dou