(More to come later)
"The one hundred seventy-sixth kind."
In the dense fog, Zhang Fusheng pressed his hand on a Level 3 Star Beast, gently severing its head.
He didn't capture these Star Beasts but killed them one by one.
"One hundred and two types at the Grandmaster level of Level 1 Star Beasts, sixty-two types at the Innate level of Level 2 Star Beasts."
"And, twelve types at the Celestial Human Realm of Level 3 Star Beasts."
Zhang Fusheng put his palms together and sighed softly:
"Compassion, compassion!"
He was sending off these Star Beasts—truly sending them off, attempting to purify their fractured souls to free them from the suffering of wandering the world.
"Several Level 4 Star Beasts exist within the World Plateau, but for me now, even if I can contend with them, to kill a Level 4 Star Beast?"
Zhang Fusheng shook his head.
It's still too difficult—not impossible, but not worth it.
