Yang Cheng slightly closed his eyes, and a red light appeared in his palm, with a black vortex spinning in the middle.
A few wild boars had already sensed danger, but they rushed too quickly and couldn't stop in time. When they were just a few steps away from Yang Cheng, their bodies suddenly froze.
Then, the aura around them was forcibly drawn away, all absorbed by the black vortex in Yang Cheng's palm.
"Consider yourselves lucky to experience the taste of Devouring Power."
He curled his lips into a cold smile, and the orb in his palm flowed around, enveloping the large bodies of the wild boars.
Before long, he retracted the strength in his palm, and the boars fell to the ground with a boom.
He suddenly thought he should hunt a few more wild boars to bring back, especially since he had absorbed their Essence Qi, it could let the villagers enjoy a good feast.
