After splitting open a particularly thick thigh,
Chen Li once again cast the Traction Skill.
The harsh winter here had already passed, but the snow had not fully melted.
There was still a lot of residual snow in the shaded areas of the wilderness; he used the Traction Skill to drag over the snow to bury the huge corpse, so as not to attract other Demon Beasts with the scent of blood here.
Having cast the Traction Skill twice, the Scolding Skill twice, as well as several bursts of Spiritual Power fingersnaps, his internal reserve of Spiritual Power had dwindled to almost nothing. To encounter another Demon Beast now would certainly be dangerous.
He took a Qi Replenishing Pill, slowly recovering his Spiritual Power, then hoisted the Demon Beast's thigh onto his shoulder and strode towards home.
The way was silent.
Only the clear sound of Chen Li's heavy footsteps could be heard.
