Chapter 197 - Trapped Spirit Monkey
A streak of light flashed through the air, tearing through the skies and passing through the vast lands, brushing by cities and villages.
A few mortals subconsciously looked up. Some of those with sharper eyes faintly caught sight of a set of green robes. Amidst the clouds, it disappeared before everyone swiftly.
Su Zimo did not return to the sect immediately. Instead, he sped in the direction of the Cang Lang Mountain Range.
He had not seen the damn monkey for two years and missed it a little.
Additionally, Cang Lang Mountain Range had a cold lake.
Back then, Su Zimo was too weak and could not get to the bottom of the cold lake since he had just cultivated the Tendons Transformation section of The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
Now that Su Zimo was at greater mastery of the Marrow Cleansing section and had a rich bloodline, he could attempt to check out the cold lake once more.
The moment he arrived at the skies of the Cang Lang Mountain Range, Su Zimo heard a series of roars that shook the mountains with a murderous aura.
Logically speaking, given the alertness of the spirit monkey, it should have escaped long ago once this place was exposed – there was no way it would be trapped by such a large wolf pack here.
Furthermore, this pack of wolves was also behaving strangely. Instead of rushing forth together, they were dragging things out.
Su Zimo did not dare to act recklessly, merely surveying the wolf pack from the tree.
Given the discipline of a wolf pack of this size, there was definitely an alpha wolf around.
If the alpha was a Golden Core spirit demon, Su Zimo could not fight it head on.
However, if the alpha was a Foundation Establishment spirit demon, Su Zimo would be able to break through the wolf pack on his flying sword and kill all of them to try and defeat the alpha… or even kill it!
That was because Su Zimo had an advantage that Foundation Establishment spirit demons did not have.
Sword Kinesis Flight!
As long as Su Zimo were to ride on his flying sword, he would be invincible no matter how many wolves there were.
However, if the alpha was a Golden Core spirit demon, Su Zimo would not dare to barge in.
Be it humans or demons, core formation was an extremely important step.
There is the saying that once one creates a Golden Core, one’s lifespan will not be decided by nature!
Once one forms a core, even spirit demons would be able to soar through the skies without the use of any external objects.
This meant that even if the wolf did not have wings, it could fly as well and Su Zimo’s advantage would be gone.
Furthermore, Su Zimo was not a match for a Golden Core spirit demon as well – they were on completely different levels.
If the opponent was a cultivator that did not cultivate any concealment techniques and the difference in realm between them was not too great, one could easily detect the other party’s cultivation realm using Spirit Peering Art.
However, the Spirit Peering Art was useless against spirit demons.
That was because there was no spirit energy in the spirit demons’ bodies.
Before a spirit demon attacked, one could only rely on experience, feelings and observation to gauge their cultivation realms.
At the front of the wolf pack stood more than ten tall and strong wolves that looked malicious. Pacing back and forth, none of the other wolves dared approach them.
Su Zimo nodded silently.
If he was not wrong, those ten odd wolves were Foundation Establishment spirit demons!
Their status in the wolf pack was very high, akin to a small leader.
However, upon further observation, he discovered that none of them seemed like the true alpha wolf.
Su Zimo continued searching.
All of a sudden!
His gaze paused at the top of a tall, green rock.
Above it sprawled a wolf. It was not big and did not look extraordinary when compared to the many spirit beast level wolves below.
However, Su Zimo determined after some consideration that it was the alpha wolf!
Out of more than 10,000 wolves, that was the only one that dared to sprawl around. Its expression was languid and its eyes were half-closed, as if it was taking a rest.