Big Black Tooth let go of the corpse of the Blood-drinking Furry Beast and checked it over again, making sure that the demon beast was indeed dead before moving toward the direction Zhu Minglang had indicated, to gnaw on its own big black pig.
Zhu Minglang stretched out his palm and activated his spiritual power.
Spiritual power, like a magnet, could attract and condense the souls of recently deceased creatures. Zhu Minglang noticed that when he harvested souls with his spiritual power, his eyes seemed to be able to see the wisp of a soul hovering next to the body of the Blood-drinking Furry Beast...
The deep red color, resembling a shadow that was slowly fading, Zhu Minglang began to concentrate, trying to make this dark red soul gather towards him.
The process was not too difficult, mainly depending on the host itself, on one hand, the soul had not been damaged in battle, on the other hand, the host had to have a certain level of cultivation base.
