The rich meat from the Behemoths finally pushed Wolfie to break through to level 7—and there was still some meat left.
Harry pondered his options. His soul cultivation was becoming increasingly difficult to improve. The only reason he succeeded in breaking through this time was because these Behemoths held an unusually rich amount of soul energy.
His Qi cultivation was slowly nearing the threshold. Killing another group would definitely push him through. As for his body cultivation, it was progressing steadily and posed no significant hurdle.
Then there was his battle art. The last two battles had given him glimpses—ideas and insights about it. He tried to push his skill to maximum proficiency, but such mastery couldn't be achieved in just a couple of fights.
Harry sighed and brought the wolf out.
Wolfie was startled by the sudden shift in atmosphere. He had been enjoying a peaceful sleep in the woods, and now he was summoned abruptly again. His golden eyes locked onto Harry.
