Lu Feng looked into the distance and saw a red wild boar, over five meters long, swaggering over.
This was a Flame Hog colony, with about 10 or more members.
The leader was an eight-hundred-year soul beast, a size larger than the other Flame Hogs. Its bristles were as red as fire, its snout was upturned, and its tusks were exposed, giving it a ferocious appearance.
Although these soul beasts were called hogs, they were not vegetarians. On the contrary, as jungle hegemons, many small soul beasts were on the Flame Hogs' menu.
"One eight-hundred-year, one five-hundred-year, one two-hundred-year..."
Lu Feng's eyes narrowed as he silently calculated his chances of winning against the entire colony.
"Roar!"
The Sabertooth Tiger let out a low roar, attempting to scare off the Flame Hog pack.
Its roar did not contain a spiritual attack. It was unknown whether it was on cooldown or if its own spiritual power was insufficient.
The hog pack was not frightened away.
"Oink!"
The leading Flame Hog let out a low growl, and the pack charged crazily towards the Sabertooth Tiger.
Flame Hog's innate skill: Charge.
In the jungle, there was a saying: First hog, second bear, third tiger.
Of course, this was not a ranking of the three soul beasts' combat power, but rather their threat level to soul masters. The reason wild hogs could rank first was because they always moved in packs.
Flame Hogs had thick skin and flesh, and their bloodline contained a strong fire attribute, which gave them a fiery temper. When more than ten hundred-year-old Flame Hogs charged together, even a Soul Ancestor powerhouse would have to retreat.
"Roar!"
The Sabertooth Tiger roared.
It first leaped onto a large tree nearby. Then, using the rebound force of the tree trunk, it leaped again, its body tracing an arc in the air as it pounced towards the five-hundred-year-old Flame Hog.
The Sabertooth Tiger opened its bloody maw and bit through the Flame Hog's cervical vertebrae in one bite.
That Flame Hog fell to the ground, wailing in pain. Its legs kicked desperately at the dirt, but it couldn't get up.
"Wind attribute?"
Lu Feng's eyes narrowed as he looked at the wind shield covering the Sabertooth Tiger's body.
"No, it's a gold attribute!"
Lu Feng stared at the Sabertooth Tiger's fangs. In that brief moment, a dark glint had flashed across them.
It's probably a skill like piercing or armor-breaking.
"Rip!" The sound of tearing skin was heard.
A Flame Hog's tusk had pierced the Sabertooth Tiger's hind leg. Blood gushed out from the wound, instantly dyeing a large patch of grass red.
"Roar!"
The pain did not make the Sabertooth Tiger retreat, but rather aroused its ferocity.
It crouched its body and opened its bloody maw. Its bronze-bell-like eyes stared fiercely at the leading Flame Hog, as if it wanted to kill it in one blow.
"Hmph, hmph!"
The Flame Hog let out a low growl and then charged towards the Sabertooth Tiger.
As it ran, its skin began to emit flames, and its entire body was enveloped in a layer of crimson fire, like a blazing fireball.
The rest of the pack followed closely behind, a magnificent sight.
"Roar!"
The Sabertooth Tiger swung its massive claws to meet the charge, striking the Flame Hog on its head.
The two collided head-on, and a violent shockwave of soul power spread out, sending up rolling waves of air and clouds of dust.
With a "squish," a Flame Hog's tusk pierced the Sabertooth Tiger's abdomen, nearly gutting it.
"Oink!" the Flame Hog leader growled, and the skin on its body began to turn black and harden.
This was another of the Flame Hog's innate soul skills, Hardening.
The Flame Hog had roamed the jungle for countless years. Besides ganging up on others, its other signature skill was being able to take a beating!
However, this time, the Flame Hog seemed to have miscalculated.
Just as another Flame Hog was about to pierce the Sabertooth Tiger, the tiger's body changed again.
A dense white light emerged from within its body. Its muscles bulged exaggeratedly, like granite. An energy shield popped out, and although it only lasted for an instant, it sent all the surrounding small hogs flying.
[Picked up a black attribute [Holy Attribute] fragment *1 (2/10)]
"Holy crap!"
"Holy Attribute!"
"Three attributes!"
Lu Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, and then his eyes were filled with wild joy.
The second Holy Attribute fragment!
The last fragment had dropped from that big shot from the Spirit Hall.
This Sabertooth Tiger, he was determined to have it!
"Click, clack, boom!"
A series of mechanical explosions sounded from Lu Feng's right hand, and one dark shadow after another shot out.
Lu Feng's wrist moved slightly, partly to aim and partly to absorb the recoil from the Zhuge Godly Crossbow.
Lu Feng's timing was perfect.
The Sabertooth Tiger had just released its ultimate move, and its own momentum was very weak.
And the Flame Hog?
Under the Sabertooth Tiger's deterrence, its hardening skill had been forcibly broken. Its skull had already been cracked by the tiger's claw, and it was on its last breath.
A total of sixteen dark shadows flew out. Under Lu Feng's instantaneous and minute control, the sixteen shadows completely covered the two soul beasts, and two of the sharp arrows even predicted the Sabertooth Tiger's escape route.
However, in the next moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Roar!"
A heaven-shaking roar came from the Sabertooth Tiger's mouth. The sound wave was like a physical impact, smashing violently towards Lu Feng.
Lu Feng felt as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer, and his ears were ringing.
At the same time, a fierce gale emanated from the tiger's body. Swept up by the hurricane, the Sabertooth Tiger, as if it had grown wings, disappeared into the jungle in a flash.
Lu Feng shook his head hard and finally regained his clarity. But when he opened his eyes, there was no trace of the Sabertooth Tiger.
"A fourth attribute, Wind!"
A grave look flashed in Lu Feng's eyes. Where did this anomaly come from? It wasn't mentioned at all in the original work.
In the original work, there was a Dark Devilgod Tiger of over sixty thousand years in the Star Dou Great Forest. If this white tiger mutated, transformed into a dark attribute, and continued to devour and evolve...
No, Tang San killed the Dark Devilgod Tiger when he was about twenty-four, which is only about fifteen or sixteen years from now.
Fifteen years, to devour its way from an eight-hundred-year cultivation to over sixty thousand years...
Lu Feng shook his head and no longer dwelled on this issue. He walked over to the Flame Hog leader and looked at the bright yellow soul ring, nodding slightly.
"Good thing the Flame Hog was killed by my crossbow bolts. This trip wasn't in vain."
"Fire attribute, strength-type, and the age is just right!"
As for that white tiger?
Lu Feng looked back towards the depths of the forest, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "I'll save it for my third soul ring."
Lu Feng took out a small bottle from his soul tool and sprinkled the powder inside on the Flame Hog's corpse and the blood next to it.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~"
Before long, the sound of flesh and blood corroding came from the grass.
As friends of frequent killers know, killing is easy, but disposing of the body is hard.
When soul masters hunted for soul rings in the wild, they would generally try to avoid combat as much as possible. This was because the smell of blood would attract a lot of unnecessary trouble.
And the powder in Lu Feng's hand was the 'Bone Melting Powder' he had specially developed to eliminate corpses and bloodstains.
In the world of martial arts, Bone Melting Powder was quite famous. It was an essential medicine for Tang Sect disciples for home and travel, for killing people and silencing witnesses.
As for the other Flame Hogs, they had all fled when the Sabertooth Tiger had unleashed its ultimate move.
After the bloodstains were erased, Lu Feng took out a small black bottle from his bracelet.
At this time, Lu Feng had already soaked a silk scarf in water and was covering his mouth and nose with it.
"Gag~"
The black liquid slowly flowed out. Even though Lu Feng had prepared in advance, he still felt a churning in his stomach.
This liquid was a failed product from one of Lu Feng's poison-making attempts. Because it was incredibly foul-smelling, Lu Feng had kept it.
After setting everything up, Lu Feng looked with satisfaction at the soul beasts that were frantically fleeing.
As expected, no human or soul beast liked to stay in a cesspool.
Lu Feng delayed no longer. He sat down cross-legged, his soul power surged, and he guided the Flame Hog's soul ring to the top of his head.