Exploring The Mystic Hell Realm (11)

" We don't have to chase after them" a cry stunned Xue Mao who was about to pursue the fleeing deers. With an unwilling snort, the snow cat returned to Xiao Ming's side. It continued to give a heated stare in the direction of the fleeing death beasts as though he was suddenly parted with a treasure. It could not be helped that its feline instinct sought the blood of the deers after all it wasn't as concerned when facing the Death Bears earlier.

Looking at the tens of Death Souls swirling in the form of gray balls above Xiao Ming's palm, Zhou Cui sucked in a cold breath. Right when he joined the fray, the Death Deers did not dare linger so he couldn't harvest as many souls as Xiao Ming did. By the way, the souls of this level either in matter of quantity or quality alike only fetched him a sliver of power as they were far too weak after purging the death energy compared to the Demon Souls of demonic beasts.