Fell stood on the wall for the next few hours that passed, he regulated his breathing and continued further refining the enormous soul power he had absorbed.
He couldn't help but feel bloated from the sudden increase of power, and as he didn't know how things would go far for New Casablanca. He preferred staying here, cultivating and guarding the city at the same time.
"Man… I'm so hungry…", mumbled the young cultivator with a gurgling stomach that didn't betray his honesty. "I've picked up a few nutritious looking beasts earlier, eating them would definitely relieve me from this grating sensation", he exclaimed in a low tone-his hand rubbed his sore stomach-while pondering on whether he should distance himself from the mass of soldiers or simply do the deeds here.
