The strength of a soul ring was based off of how many years the soul beast had cultivated for; the better a soul ring was, the stronger the skill it would grant to a soul master.
White soul rings were those formed by a ten year soul beast. All soul beasts that had cultivated between ten and a hundred years would produce a white coloured soul ring when they were killed. The baboon that Huo Yuhao had luckily managed to kill was undoubtedly a ten year soul beast, and a ten year soul ring had also clearly appeared in front of Huo Yuhao. Unfortunately, the soul ring wasn’t one he could absorb.
Although Huo Yuhao didn’t have any experience at killing soul beasts, and couldn’t see what type of existence the baboon was, he was certain that the baboon wasn’t a spiritual-type soul beast. Therefore, its soul ring was thus even more unsuited for him.
He wanted to check the baboon’s condition, but a wave of both pain and soreness flooded his body when he was about to stand up. His excessive nervousness from earlier caused him to be unable to use any strength at all now. Combined with the pain from his shoulders, the exertion of force caused him to let out a muffled groan, and almost caused him to faint.
He was only eleven after all! The determination in his heart had even wavered slightly, after the battle that he’d just experienced. The amount of spiritual-type soul beasts that existed was extremely little, yet he’d almost been killed by the first soul beast he’d encountered. Furthermore, this had only been a ten year soul beast. What if he’d encountered a hundred year soul beast? He would’ve had absolutely no chance of even narrowly escaping, simply because it was impossible for luck to be with him at all times. The miraculous power that had momentarily been released from the White Tiger Dagger obviously couldn’t make up for his weak strength.
What should I do? Huo Yuhao struggled to barely sit up. He leaned against the tree that he’d previously flown into, and gasped for breath.
I can’t die, I’ll definitely succeed. I still have to seek justice for my mother, I can’t give up like this! Huo Yuhao tightly clenched his teeth, and unceasingly hardened his conviction. However, the scenes from his previous battle with the baboon continuously let him know that he had been overestimating his capabilities.
Huo Yuhao’s mind was filled with an empty feeling, and he didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, a voice echoed out inside of his mind, without any prior warning.
“Finally, I’ve met a spiritual-type human! What a pity that this brother can’t cry! If I could, my face would definitely be covered with tears!”
Huo Yuhao was startled. He didn’t understand why a voice had suddenly appeared inside of his mind. However, at this moment, the ground beneath him suddenly trembled without any prior warning. Cracks began to appear on the ground two metres in front of him, and then gradually expanded until they turned into a crevice; a dim golden-white light faintly shone from within the crevice.
This, what is this? Another soul beast?
Huo Yuhao subconsciously gripped the White Tiger Dagger tightly, and nervously gazed at the crevice that was gradually expanding. If it wasn’t for his aching body, he might’ve already run away.
An icy chill was released from the crevice, which caused the surrounding temperature to drop. The area of the crevice gradually increased, and after a moment, its diameter had reached five metres wide, causing the true appearance of the golden-white light to finally be revealed.
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The Unraveld Tang Sect(Shrek's Seven Devils)
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