Hundred poison spiritual smoke (1)

Zhao Hai walked forward slowly. The blood Wolves had retreated a long time ago. To be honest, those Blood Wolves were not a threat to Zhao Hai. They were too weak and he was not interested in them at all.

Zhao Hai had just completed his body refining, so he wanted to find two more powerful demonic beasts to fight. However, the blood Wolves were too weak. The blood Wolves used their numbers to win, and their attacks would not be able to break through Zhao Hai's defense. If he were to fight the blood Wolves personally, it would only be a waste of his time. That was why he let out the flowing Silver Tiger.

Zhao Hai's speed wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. Although he was collecting all kinds of plants as he walked, when he had collected most of the ordinary plants, his speed increased again.