"Transforming fighting spirit into wings is indeed not something that ordinary people can do."
After flying a circle in the sky, Mo Yu felt his Dou Qi rapidly depleting, so he hurried back to the cave and ceased channeling Dou Qi. The eagle wings behind him reattached to his back, becoming a pitch-black tattoo.
With his current strength as an eight-star fighter, he could probably maintain flight with the Purple Cloud Wings for only about half an hour. Clearly, he still had a long way to go before he could truly fly.
After putting away the blank black scroll, Mo Yu took out another extremely ancient scroll from his ring.
"This must be the remaining map of the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire," Mo Yu said as he examined the ancient scroll.
On the slightly yellowed parchment, there were seemingly irregular lines drawn. Mo Yu traced a line with his finger as it moved slowly along it.
"This doesn't seem very useful to me right now, but I'll keep it for the future. If I encounter Xiao Yixian again, I can give it to him."
After storing the ancient scroll, Mo Yu wasn't particularly interested in top-ranked strange fires like the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire. He then retrieved a scroll of fighting skills from his storage ring. This was the third stone box he had opened in the cave, containing the Xuan-level high-level fighting skill, "Crazy Lion's Roar."
Mo Yu was quite interested in this fighting skill. With his current strength, this level of skill was suitable for him and could be used in conjunction with his spearmanship.
As for the earth-level spear fighting skills, he preferred to keep them as a trump card.
Thinking about this, Mo Yu stretched and, after some recovery, probed his soul power into the scroll. Following the cultivation methods described, he began to study the practice techniques.
Although this fighting skill was advanced Xuan-level, its content wasn't overly complicated. With his several years of experience in spearmanship, Mo Yu mastered it within an hour.
After another hour, Mo Yu smiled confidently and left the cave residence.
When he reached a secluded part of the jungle, the beast ring in his hand flashed, and the powerful Black Thunder Spear materialized.
Holding the mighty Black Thunder Spear, Mo Yu looked at the stone wall before him and slowly raised the spear.
He exhaled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then, after a moment, suddenly opened them.
In an instant, a terrifying aura surged from Mo Yu's body. An immense amount of fighting spirit was channeled into the spear.
As the fighting spirit on the Divine Black Thunder Spear intensified, it eventually formed the faint shape of an energy lion's head roaring towards the sky.
Seeing the fighting spirit lion head coalesced at the spear's tip, Mo Yu's eyes gleamed with joy, and a smile appeared on his face.
In just half a day, he had mastered a high-level Xuan-level fighting skill. This speed was exceptionally impressive.
The spear in his hand trembled, and a massive, fast-moving energy lion erupted from the spear's tip. The lion's roar resonated through the air, scattering the surrounding monsters.
"Xuan-level advanced fighting skill: Wild Lion's Roar!"
In the deep forest, a thunderous explosion echoed as a surging energy lion spread across the entire area.
Trees were toppled, and a huge gully three meters long and one meter wide appeared in the rock behind the trees. Countless tiny cracks spread across the stone wall like ivy.
"Impressive power," Mo Yu said with satisfaction, observing the damage he had caused.
Although he was only an eight-star fighter, this move made even low-star fighters no match for him.
The gains from this trip were significant. Not only had he acquired a flying fighting skill, but he had also obtained a powerful shooting skill, greatly enhancing his combat ability.
Taking advantage of this, Mo Yu began seclusion training once more. The Monster Mountain Range had limited resources, but it was rich in magical cores. While first and second-level magic cores provided only minimal improvement, cumulative benefits were significant, and his strength grew daily.
While Mo Yu was focused on his training, Mu Li had returned to the Wolf Head Mercenary Group.
After learning about Mo Yu, particularly after most of the treasures in the cave were taken by him, the Wolf Head Mercenary Group launched a frantic search for the young man's whereabouts.
As the search intensified, and after losing more than a dozen members, they began to close in on the jungle where Mo Yu was located.
Two months later, as Mo Yu's lightning patterns had condensed into twenty, a team from the Wolf Head Mercenary Group finally discovered his secluded residence.
"Second Captain Gan Mu, according to the portrait described by the young captain, that boy is Mo Yu!" a mercenary said, holding a portrait and pointing at the young man practicing in the distance.
"Is this the little bastard who killed the captain's beloved son? Although I have my issues with that pretty boy Mu Li, since he has taken something belonging to my Wolf Head Mercenary Group, he must return it!" Gan Mu said coldly, staring at Mo Yu.
Just then, a sharp force cut through the air toward him.
The powerful attack startled Gan Mu, a nine-star fighter, and he quickly raised his iron rod in defense.
"Boom!"
The black shadow struck the iron rod with tremendous force, causing sparks to fly. The black spear, filled with terrifying power, was driven deeply into the ground after deflecting off the iron rod.
Gan Mu's arms went numb from the impact, and his face grew serious. Even his horse buckled under the force.
The mercenaries from the Wolf Head Mercenary Group watched in shock, their eyes wide.
Just a spear thrown from nowhere had forced their nine-star leader into such a state. The strength behind it was clearly formidable.
Despite the mud obscuring his vision, Gan Mu remained calm. He retreated quickly, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
The rushing figure stopped abruptly, and the mercenaries looked up in horror to see a handsome face with an amused expression.
The young man walked slowly toward them, picked up the spear from the ground, and demonstrated a spear technique with fluid motions.
"The owner of this spear... is Mo Yu!?"
Seeing this, Gan Mu's eyes widened. He had heard about Mo Yu's combat prowess from Mu Li but had underestimated it. He had believed that Mo Yu was merely a seven or eight-star fighter.
Clearly, things were more complex than he had anticipated.