But a sixth level Demon Beast essentially had the combat power of around a Fifth Grade Martial Master.
As for the seventh level... cough, I don't even want to think about it.
Once one appears, I'd better be ready to become its excrement.
Fang Che's goal wasn't at all the first grade, second level, or third level beasts.
That was too slow.
So he headed straight for the depths of the jungle right from the start.
For the first and second level Demon Beasts startled along the way, he simply didn't give them a second glance.
But the deeper he ventured, the more Fang Che felt something was amiss.
Yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
In front of a dense thicket, amid a thick patch of grass, Fang Che finally came to a sudden halt.
Looking at the bushes, at the grass, at the surrounding trees, that sense of 'something's not quite right' intensified.
But what exactly was amiss, he couldn't say.
He fell into contemplation.
