C10

It was the third month since they entered Savage Forest.

Lang Yan was sitting cross-legged with his back against a tree. The primordial chaos in his Sea of Consciousness was rotating at a very fast speed. His ten fingers were moving swiftly, drawing all kinds of complicated shapes in front of his chest.

One after another, different elemental models flashed up, and transformed into purple, flickering bullets, palm-sized, transparent wind blades, and fireballs that emitted a scorching aura. They circled around his body, dancing in the air.

In the past two months in the Fierce Forest, the endless numbers of poisonous bugs and savage beasts had forced him and the little guy to go through several life and death battles every day, putting them in a certain death situation no less than a dozen times.

Running away after a tough battle was a common occurrence, and he was injured in almost every battle. If he hadn't comprehended the Beginner Healing skill for Life from the very beginning, his wounds would have accumulated to such an extent that he wouldn't be able to move an inch in this forest.

Moreover, he understood that this was the central region of the Savage Forest. Ah Pa had once said that there were beast kings, and even Overlord savage beasts lurking here. Furthermore, he and the little fellow had yet to encounter any beast.

Such a dangerous environment, coupled with the intense fighting, forced him to devote all his efforts, other than sleep, to studying magic in order to increase his survival rate.

Aside from the original three elementary magic spells, Lang Yan was now proficient in eight primary spells of the eight elements, Wind, Fire, Lightning, Water, Earth, Life, Curse, and Undead. In addition to the original primary healing spells, Wind Controlling Technique and Water Elemental Mantle, he could now cast eleven primary spells in an instant, causing his combination of spells in battle to be much more diverse and his strength to increase significantly.

The little guy sitting not far away from him yawned listlessly. Whenever he was training, it was a time of extreme boredom; it didn't dare to leave alone to have fun. In its time in the forest, it had completely understood the dangers of this place.

Lang Yan released all of the magic he had grasped, breaking the order by repeating it over and over again until the magic power in his body, that is, the supply of elemental essence, was unable to keep up with his rate of consumption. Only then did he wave his hands, dispersing all of the magic around him and returning the elemental essence to his body.

He let out a long breath. Before he could stand up, the little fellow had already jumped into his embrace, constantly whining and groaning.

Lang Yan laughed out loud. "I know you're bored, but I have no choice. I have to train! "Look at how we ran into a savage beast along the way. If we don't cultivate, we'll never be able to leave this place, right?"

After he stopped talking, he looked at the little fellow strangely and said, "That's right, Little San, I've never seen you train before!" The little guy proudly raised his arms and displayed his signature posture while shaking his head like a rattle, replying with a squeak.

Lang Yan frowned and asked, "You don't need to train? Then how will you grow, and how will you become stronger? "The little guy made a sucking noise with its lips, and Lang Yan raised his eyebrows, saying in surprise," Oh? Absorbing flesh and blood essence? That's why you absorb savage beasts every two days? "

The little guy repeatedly nodded his head. He jumped down from Lang Yan's bosom and gestured about for a bit. Then, with his two small hands on his hips, he proudly looked at him.

Lang Yan nodded with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, a few faint whimpers came from a distance, and with the sound of the hooves of a savage beast, they rapidly approached.

Lang Yan's complexion changed. As Little Rascal jumped onto his shoulder, it had already used the Wind Controlling Technique. Its body immediately rose over a hundred feet, hiding in the dense branches above the tree.

In just a few breaths' time, a small figure was madly dashing towards their direction. Sobbing sorrowfully, seven to eight savage beasts were chasing behind him. The two parties were less than ten meters apart, and they would catch up in the blink of an eye.

He saw that the figure in front of him was a peculiar savage beast with a cat like head, its white fur was completely stained red, and there were numerous shocking wounds on its body that were still bleeding. Looking at its young and anxious expression and its short wings, it was obvious that it was a young beast that had not been born for a long time.

A group of disgusting two-headed dogs were chasing from behind with their mouths wide open, constantly drooling. At the same time, they let out intimidating growls.

Suddenly, the white cub turned around and spat out a white ball of air, which was about the size of a fist, and struck a two-headed dog that was less than ten meters away. The white ball of air exploded and turned into a white mist, instantly wrapping around the two-headed dog, and when the white mist dispersed, the two-headed dog was turned into an ice sculpture.

Lang Yan's expression changed. When the baby beast spat out the white ball of air, he felt a strange wave of elemental energy, a type of element that even Remir of the Dream World had never seen before. Seeing the pair of heads turning into ice shards, he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes, "Ice!?"

He turned to look at the cub. At this moment, it was at the end of its tether. After spitting out the white gas, its expression became even more dejected. In the blink of an eye, it was completely surrounded by the two heads.

Looking at the young beast that was surrounded and whimpering, a soft feeling rose up from somewhere deep within Lang Yan's heart. He thought of his brother, who had not been born for a long time; he turned his head to look at the little fellow and saw that it was also looking at him, its eyes filled with indignation, anger, and anxiety.

He quickly jumped down, and the Wind Controlling Technique grabbed his body as he glided towards the encirclement. Meanwhile, the little guy had long since flapped its wings and pounced in front of Lang Yan, and instantly closed in on him. Extending its little hands, the grey shadow flickered, turned into a three foot long stone rod, and smashed down with a loud bang.

The white cub and the surrounding two-headed hound raised their heads in surprise. One of the two-headed hounds only saw a grey shadow flash, and was already hit between the two heads. Its neck was split into two halves along with its entire front half, causing blood to splash up a few feet into the air.

As Lang Yan's body approached, he first performed a low level treatment on the cub, then followed by a series of continuous waving of his hands, a few slow curses along with the earth marsh technique scattered around the feet of the two-headed dogs. He bent down to scoop up the cub that was lying on the ground without any strength to struggle, then quickly floated back up to the branch where the big tree was previously.

At this moment, the two-headed dogs were deep in the mud and their movements were slow. The little guy seized the opportunity and swung a stone stick like a windmill, making "pu pu" sounds. All the three-headed dogs had their heads smashed and fell into the mud.

At this moment, "Roar!" In the distance, a sky-shaking roar rang out, shaking Lang Yan and the little guy's eardrums. Their hearts were shaking, and the trees in the forest were swaying, and the leaves were rustling down.