Chapter 11: The Hunt Began (part 3)

After ten minutes of searching, they finally encountered three wolves. In the past ten minutes, they had come across two packs of hunting wolves.

Upon noticing that the weakest member of the pack was a first-layer body tempering, a chill ran down everyone's spines. They made every effort to avoid the pack of wolves.

Arnoux didn't need to strategize much since they were only facing three third-layer wolves, and he was in the second layer. Additionally, there were three first-layer individuals in his group, so it should be sufficient. He gave the order to attack.

The three wolves, who were happily devouring their prey, were taken aback as a group of humans suddenly surrounded them out of nowhere.

The fight commenced, and the three wolves fought back. Arnoux, who was one level higher than the wolves, expected an easy victory, but he was slightly surprised to find that the wolf he was engaging with was stronger than any first-layer monster he had encountered before.

After a while, Arnoux finally managed to kill the wolf he was fighting, although it took longer than he anticipated. He then assisted the others in dispatching the remaining two wolves, which didn't take much time.

All those who were not body tempering were panting for breath; the wolves had proven stronger than expected. They had considerable experience fighting first-layer monsters and were familiar with their strength. However, these wolves surpassed their expectations.

"Captain, these wolves are unusually stronger than any first-layer monsters we've encountered," Eryx remarked.

"I know, I'm equally surprised."

While the others were engaged in conversation, Zam, whose gaze remained fixed on the corpses of the three wolves, suddenly exclaimed in excitement.

"Guys! It's happening!"

Startled, everyone turned to look at the wolf corpses and witnessed what Zam had described: two white lights emerging and swiftly entering their bodies.

A surge of power coursed through their veins, and one person even advanced to a half-step body tempering. The entire group was filled with exhilaration, having experienced such a miraculous event, and they eagerly anticipated encountering another wolf.

However, one person stood among them, perplexed and confused—Arnoux felt no change in his cultivation.

"Captain, did your cultivation increase at all?" Zam inquired, observing Arnoux's bewildered expression.

"Not at all. It seems everyone else gained something except for me," Arnoux could only shrug.

Naturally, with their cultivation level, they were unable to perceive where the white lights had entered since they appeared and vanished in an instant.

"I can only think of one reason why I didn't receive anything... There wasn't enough for all of us."

"Captain, I don't believe that's the case. After all, you were the one who killed the wolves. If anyone doesn't deserve the cultivation, it should be us," spoke the individual who had recently advanced to a half-step body tempering.

"That's right, Captain. There must be another explanation."

"Moreover, the energy I obtained this time was not even one-fourth of what I received when I killed a wolf alone. Could it be because we shared the energy among ourselves?" Zam queried.