บท 55: The Situation

At the moment, a valley in Qingyuan Island was in ruins, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere on the ground.

Dozens of Ironteeth Wolves were mummified, and their corpses laid on the ground.

Beside the corpses sat cross-legged a youth with his eyes closed. He was handsome with upright brows and sharp eyes.

It was Su Mo himself.

After a while, Su Mo opened his eyes and breathed out a mouthful of heavy air.

Those wolves' blood essence improved his cultivation, and now Su Mo was almost in the middle stage of the Lv 9 Qi Cultivation Realm.

After devouring all these Beast Souls and Martial Souls, his Devouring Martial Spirit still had not progressed, which was the sole pity.

Su Mo felt very anxious. Based on his ability, he could remain powerful temporarily among all the new disciples, but if his Martial Soul could not be progressed, his cultivating would become slower and slower. Soon, he would be surpassed by others.