The atmosphere in the dark, ancient forest of the Heaven Piercing Saint's trial grounds was thick with the copper tang of blood and the heavy, humid scent of decaying vegetation.
For the participants, every shadow seemed to hide a predator, and every rustle of the purple leaves was a harbinger of death.
At this moment, in the outskirts of the foresr, Jiang Chen wiped a smear of dark, foul-smelling sap from his cheek as he stood over the splintered remains of a Dearh Demon Tree.
This Rank 2 Demonic Beast, which possessed the strength of a high-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, had attempted to ensnare him with its necrotic vines, only to be sliced apart by Jiang Chen's precise, soul-tempered strikes.
He reached into the shattered trunk and pulled out a pulsing, murky green orb—the Beast Core.
In the world of Cultivation, a Beast Core was the absolute condensed essence of a demonic creature's life.
