All the beast-souls captured by Shi Mu from the Crow Horn Tribe had been gobbled-up by Yan Luo within a few breaths’ time.
The blue soul-flames in Yan Luo’s eyes flickered, and then stabilized. Its soul-flames seemed to have gained some strength. Moreover, their color had turned into sky-blue.
A layer of faint radiance emerged on the surface of the bone-spear in Yan Luo’s hand. The spear-head was glistening with a dazzling yet cold luminescence; as if it had grown more incisive than before. In addition, a few charm characters were carved on its surface; they looked like earthworms.