It would seem that area featured many weaker magical beasts since a big stream of different colored cores flew towards him. They numbered a bit more than 100. He could only wonder why the last time hadn't been like that.
Still, he recalled the presence of tier 4 beasts. Maybe they had sent them away.
He stored the essentially useless cores and flew away from that area after letting silver ice spread on the field of destruction.
Over the course of his nine days of travel, Noah had advanced relatively slowly, but he had come dangerously close to settlements, so much so that he could already sense one. But things were different.
Multiple tier 4 cultivators were resent in the settlement and it wasn't even that large.
"Shall I teleport to the guild," he wondered, descending into the forest. He wasn't looking for trouble even if he knew how could handle it.
