A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Attacks
Zhao Wuji watched the two figures leave, curling his lip speechlessly. They were already gone, yet they still had to throw out a few harsh words.
Seeing that the trouble had passed, he hurriedly urged Oscar to absorb the Soul Ring.
Oscar thanked everyone with delight, then walked over to Tang San and handed him a sausage.
"Thank you, Tang San. This is my Recovery Sausage. It works very well—give it a try."
Tang San nodded, took the sausage, and swallowed it. Feeling his Soul Power gradually recover, he revealed a satisfied smile.
Oscar stopped wasting words and went to the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. He drove a knife into its crest, ending its life.
Xiao Wu immediately turned her head away in sorrow.
The purple Soul Ring was slowly drawn toward Oscar. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji began ordering the little monsters to keep watch around them.
Several hours later, Oscar opened his eyes, his Peach Blossom Eyes filled with excitement.
"Little Ao, how is your Soul Skill?"
Dai Mubai was also eagerly anticipating his support's Third Spirit Skill, though that soul incantation was rather difficult to stomach.
The others also focused their gazes on Oscar, who had finished absorbing the Soul Ring.
"My Third Spirit Skill is flight."
"Just as expected."
Hearing Oscar's introduction, Tang San nodded in understanding. It was not beyond his expectations.
"Is there a time limit?"
"Hm? One minute."
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar with utter disdain. Wasn't that a little too weak? It only lasted one minute?
Seeing his companions' expressions, Oscar instantly understood what they were thinking and hurriedly explained, "It lets you fly at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's speed for one minute."
"What?"
They had all witnessed that snake's speed. If they had not laid