The three Thousand Jin Ants were all around fifty thousand years old, an age that suited him quite well. Tang San could not help sighing at how his luck had turned. After regulating his breathing for a good while, he summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and began absorbing the eldest Thousand Jin Ant's Soul Ring.
Absorbing a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring did not cause Tang San much pain. After all, he was a man with six Spirit Bones. Even if those Spirit Bones were rather hard to describe, he was still a Soul Master with a full set of Spirit Bones in the truest sense.
Several hours later, Tang San slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the black Soul Ring that had appeared after the Clear Sky Hammer's four yellow Soul Rings, his face was full of smiles.
After loosening his muscles and bones, Tang San could feel the power inside him swelling wildly, almost to the point of overflowing. This was the buff the strength-type Soul Ring had brought him, and his own Soul Power had also reached Level 73. And one had to know that beside him, there were still two Thousand Jin Ant Soul Rings of similar cultivation waiting for him to absorb.
Without much hesitation, Tang San carried the Clear Sky Hammer and once again walked toward the two Thousand Jin Ant brothers who could no longer move. Under the third brother's despairing gaze, he gathered his strength for a while, then ended Second Brother Thousand Jin Ant's life. Another pitch-black ten-thousand-year Soul Ring rose up, and Tang San, now familiar with the process, began absorbing this Soul Ring from the same lineage.
Several more hours passed. When Tang San got up again, he could sense that his Soul Power cultivation had already reached Level 75. However,