The Demonic-Eyed Phantom Wolf looked at the naked man before it. It knew this man was still alive, and that he was a cultivator. As it muttered to itself, human words came from its mouth.
"Does he have a Golden Core Realm or a Nascent Soul inside him? I still can't be sure, but he is undoubtedly a powerful body cultivator."
It had discovered this naked man in a marsh somewhere on the grasslands nine days ago. At the time, the man had already been lying there in this half-dead state, and the Demonic-Eyed Phantom Wolf had been delighted.
This cultivator was covered in blood and wounds. One look was enough to tell that he had fled into the marsh to hide after being pursued and hunted.
Yet the demonic beast or cultivator chasing him had failed to discover his trail, allowing the man to survive. Otherwise, how could any living prey possibly leave this place?
Once anyone arrived on these grasslands, they had to be prepared and resigned to dying without a complete corpse.
Perhaps he had held on until his pursuers departed, only to fall unconscious himself. His concealment technique had then dispersed on its own, revealing him.
This time, it had truly picked up a bargain. Not only could it devour the man's flesh and blood, but it could also obtain the valuable treasures on him.
Anyone who dared enter these grasslands was at least a Gold Core Realm cultivator, and they usually carried quite a few good things.
Though the man was heavily injured and unconscious, with his aura lying dormant, it had sensed the vigorous power of his blood and qi within that shriveled body.
What surprised the Demonic-Eyed Phantom Wolf was that it had assumed the man's robes had been completely shredded during an