"This junior understands."
Yang Yuanhong nodded in acknowledgment.
Ye Chenfeng immediately cast a technique, uprooting and storing the Wugou tree away, then voiced the question that concerned him.
"Yang Hu, when you found the Western Beast Spirit Pill, did you notice anything unusual?"
"Replying to Senior, there was indeed something strange."
Yang Yuanhong answered seriously, "That vicious tiger fought me for a while. After I outmaneuvered it and seized the Spirit Pill, its combat strength fell sharply, and it sent its severed head flying out to fight me again."
"Later, Senior must have slain its remnant soul. When I saw its fleshly body collapse, I intended to seize the opportunity and unleash a killing move to end the battle."
"But at that moment, the vicious tiger's bones, which had still been howling madly, suddenly fell apart with no warning at all, without another movement."
"Afterward, I searched along the plains and encountered the other three beasts in succession. They too were dead beyond all life. Yet for some reason, whoever struck them had not taken the Spirit Pills from their bodies, allowing me to pick up the bargain."
After hearing Yang Yuanhong's account, Ye Chenfeng roughly formed a guess.
The attacker had taken only their divine senses and left the Spirit Pills behind, which meant the Heaven and Earth Spirit Pills of these Western Beasts were beneath his notice.
"Could it have been a soul-extracting, spirit-refining art?"
At the thought, a trace of killing intent appeared in Ye Chenfeng's eyes.
For if that was truly the case, then there was a high chance that the attacker was a Demonic Dao cultivator.
Many of them refined Soul Banner magical treasures and would sneak into blessed lands and Secret Realms to commit murder in secret, gathering the souls of dead cultivators.
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