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As soon as he left the tent, Tang San saw Dai Mubai quickly running towards him from not far away, with a blaze erupting behind him, almost scorching his back. Dai Mubai leaped back to the camp with a fish jump, his face not showing a trace of panic, but instead was filled with joy.
"A suitable one has delivered itself to our doorstep. Xiaosan, your medicine seems to have no effect on it. It must be at least a four-thousand-year-old soul beast."
Before Dai Mubai had finished speaking, Tang San had already caught sight of the soul beast he mentioned.
It was an enormous scorpion, its body no smaller than the Man-Faced Demon Spider Tang San had once killed, and even a bit larger. Oddly, this giant scorpion was pure white all over, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust from its joints. It clung to the ground as it moved with astonishing speed. A tail made up of nine segments was held high, topped with a ruby-red sting.
