Standing beside Oscar was a man around fifty years old. Of everyone present, he radiated the most powerful aura, and he was also the only person in this team whom Oscar could trust.
He was a level seventy-six Soul Saint named Haote.
At the sight of the Soul Bone before him, Oscar's gaze froze. Just as he was about to ask about it, he noticed Haote repeatedly signaling with his eyes. Having worked together for so long, Oscar naturally realized something was wrong and kept silent.
Oscar's entire body tensed, and his gaze gradually sharpened. He understood that once a Soul Bone appeared, any friendship within this team would vanish. If he absorbed the Soul Ring now, the others would undoubtedly attack him together to seize the Soul Bone.
Yet Oscar had no choice but to absorb this Soul Ring immediately. Several years had passed, but his fifth Soul Skill had not fulfilled his wish. Now, this sixth Soul Skill could be called his only hope, for he was not confident he could raise his Soul Power another ten levels within the next few years and obtain another Soul Skill.
"Haote, I'm counting on you." Oscar's gaze fell on Haote once more. This time, a vicious gleam flashed in his eyes, and an icy chill seeped from them.
"Oscar, focus on absorbing the Soul Ring. Leave this to me. If anything happens, I'll keep you safe even if it costs me my life." Haote immediately understood what Oscar meant. He nodded slightly and spoke solemnly.
Oscar crouched down and sat before the Mirror Shadow Beast, slowly extending his hand. A golden Big Sausage appeared in his palm. Then the black Soul Ring coiled above the Mirror Shadow Beast's corpse slowly floated over and settled directly around Oscar's Martial Soul. An