Yu Xiaogang reviewed what he had explained during the day while continuing to instill theories of Soul Master cultivation into Tang San.
"Luo, luo." Luo Sanpao's cries suddenly rang out.
Yu Xiaogang sprang to his feet.
In the darkness, more than a dozen eerie green points of light slowly approached. It was a pack of Netherworld Wolves.
Yu Xiaogang released Luo Sanpao, and his First Soul Ring lit up. "Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Amid a thunderous boom, six Netherworld Wolves were blasted away. Two died on the spot, while the rest fled in panic.
Yu Xiaogang stepped forward to deal with the wolf corpses, not forgetting to teach Tang San. "Wolves are said to have copper heads, iron bones, and tofu waists. Their waists are their most vulnerable weak points."
After dealing with the corpses, Yu Xiaogang was just about to rest when Luo Sanpao's cries grew urgent again, filled with terror.
A rank odor thickened in the air.
Tang San's nose twitched, and he blurted out, "There's something venomous."
Rustling came from the bushes. Tang San activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, faintly making out a dark green, triangular snake head rising among the bushes, its small, ruby-like eyes fixed on them.
"Teacher, over there." Tang San pointed toward the snake's head.
Yu Xiaogang threw a firelighter in that direction. In its light, a Mandala Snake nearly four meters long revealed its true form.
"A four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake!" Yu Xiaogang sucked in a cold breath. "Run!"
He grabbed Tang San and ran, with Luo Sanpao close behind.
But the Mandala Snake was astonishingly fast. Its body coiled and sprang, chasing after them like lightning.
"Fart like mist, hypnotize into slumber, Luo Sanpao!" Yu Xiaogang unleashed his second Soul Skill.