Owen Bertram knitted his brows, took out an identical spiritual pill, and crushed it, scattering the pieces with a toss of hands. As the remnants of the spiritual pill fell into the thick fog below, the fog swirled around them, revealing the countless Demon Sacrifice Beasts clamoring to devour the pieces. The fragments were swiftly consumed by the beasts, and those who had gulped them down grew increasingly impatient. More and more Demon Sacrifice Beasts began to linger around the area lit by the six radiating golden lines.
"Indeed, those lower-tier demon beasts do prefer spiritual pills."
Soon enough, a Demon Sacrifice Beast impatiently pounced out of the fog aiming for a spiritual pill and as if stirred by a chain reaction, other beasts followed suit. Soon six spiritual pills had hooked in six Demon Sacrifice Beasts.
