Zhao Lin gasped for breath, feeling completely drained. He hadn't been this tired even after fighting on the tournament stage for the past two days.
He composed himself, walked forward, and absorbed the newly formed Gold-devouring Rat Essence Soul into his body.
Then, he heaved a large boulder onto the Gold-devouring Rat's corpse. Gathering his Qi, he leaped into the air, circled twice, and flew toward the nearby forest.
He flew deep into the dense woods, landing among the branches of a large tree, and sat down cross-legged.
The moment he settled, the Essence Soul began to act up.
The Gold-devouring Rat's Essence Soul was a mass of earthy-yellow energy that rampaged through his body as if it had come back to life.
This energy would sometimes surge in and out of his organs, and at other times, it would course through his meridians.
