Meanwhile, the search for Ye Feng outside was in disarray, with everyone launching a powerful life-and-death hunt for him. However, Ye Feng had already reached the true depths of the swamp.
In a secluded mountain peak, the light was dim, and the entire inside of the mountain was filled with layers of a gloomy sense of death.
When the deathly aura reached its peak, it surrounded the surrounding area, making it incredibly eerie.
Sitting cross-legged on a large rock, Ye Feng gazed at the pool of water he had completely absorbed, and at the shriveled corpses of creatures floating in the water, a hint of joy finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This is already the one thousand three hundred and eighty-eighth."
"I never expected that after absorbing the energy of these creatures, although the Divine Soul has not completely recovered, it has become extremely abundant. At the very least, it's a completely different level compared to before."
