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Wang Long sheathed his sword and scanned the battlefield.

These monsters left nothing behind after being killed, as if they had never existed.

"A waste of effort."

He was somewhat disappointed.

"wrong!"

Wang Long was surprised to find that his mental strength had actually increased slightly.

Although it was a small amount, it really increased.

This is indeed a great place!

He looked around excitedly, but no new magical beasts appeared. Somewhat disappointed, he then continued walking forward.

This grassland is more vast than it appears.

Wang Long walked for about an hour, and the sky did not change at all; it remained the same gray-white and light blue. The wind continued to blow slowly, and the grass continued to undulate as before.

He encountered several more waves of magical beasts on his journey, some lone and some in groups, all of whom were between the early and mid-stages of the Saint Realm. He dealt with them all cleanly and efficiently.

Wang Long had thought that slaying demonic beasts in the Spirit Realm would at least yield some kind of accumulation, but now it seemed that this place was more like a pure combat training ground. Every battle was just a honing of combat skills and mental strength, without providing any material rewards.

However, this also made Wang Long realize one thing more clearly: the core value of the Spirit Realm lies not in acquisition, but in the process itself.

Every battle, every response to different monster attacks, and every judgment made under extreme conditions sharpens his combat awareness and makes his mental power more precise.

As Wang Long fought his way through the battle, he felt his mental strength had increased significantly.

At the edge of the grassland lies a dense forest.

The trees are tall and dense, with intertwined branches.

The air was filled with the damp scent of earth and the faint, fishy smell of humus.

As Wang Long stepped into the forest, the feel under his feet changed from soft grass to a layer of loose fallen leaves, each step making a soft rustling sound.

He walked silently forward, without any destination, going wherever the road took him.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, we heard the sounds of fighting ahead.

The sound came through layers of tree shadows, mixed with the clanging of clashing magical weapons and the deep roars of magical beasts, with the occasional short groan.

Wang Long paused slightly, his figure flickered, and he silently disappeared behind the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, peering through the gaps in the branches and leaves toward the direction from which the sound came.

On the open ground ahead, three figures were locked in combat with a massive magical beast.

The monster was covered in dark blue scales. It resembled a lizard but was several times larger than an ordinary lizard. Its limbs were thick, and its tail was covered with thorns. Every time it swung its tail, it could carve a deep trench in the ground.

Its aura remained steadily at the mid-stage of the Saint Realm, making it a notch stronger than the magical beasts Wang Long had encountered on the grasslands before.

The three people surrounding it worked together very well. One person was responsible for attracting the monster's attention from the front, while the other used a spirit shield and agility to move around and make the monster's attacks miss.

Another person used a spear to harass the monster's ribs and hind legs from the side, looking for an opening.

The third person remained in the monster's blind spot, holding a slender blue short sword, clearly waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

After observing for a while, Wang Long nodded to himself.

The three of them worked together quite well. Although their individual strength was only average, their combined efficiency was extremely high. The monster had been worn down by them and was starting to become impatient, with its movements becoming repetitive and redundant.

After about half a cup of tea's time, the monster missed its attack and exposed its side for a moment. The third person seized the opportunity, and the cyan short sword pierced the gap where the scales on the side of the monster's neck met like lightning, precise and clean, directly penetrating the vital point.

The monster's body suddenly stiffened, letting out a low roar before crashing to the ground. After struggling a few times, it stopped moving, its body slowly turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. The man with the shield, supporting himself on his knees, gasped for breath, his voice tinged with exhaustion but clearly tinged with amusement.

"Finally took it down. This armored lizard was much tougher than the one we encountered last time."

"We'll have to take a different route next time; the monsters in this forest are getting more and more cunning."

The man with the gun brandished his spear, then turned to look at the third man, speaking casually.

"Old Zhang, your sword strike just now was indeed clean and decisive; you've improved quite a bit."

The third person sheathed the cyan short sword, nodded calmly upon hearing this.

"It was just lucky that it slipped up."

As the three were talking, the man with the shield suddenly changed his expression, turned his head sharply, and his gaze landed precisely in the direction of the shadowy trees where Wang Long was hiding.

"Who's there?"

The three of them turned around almost simultaneously, gripping their weapons tightly and looking warily in Wang Long's direction.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Wang Long stopped hiding and emerged from behind the gnarled roots of the ancient tree.

He spread his hands to indicate that he had no hostility, his tone calm and polite.

"I was just passing by when I heard the sounds of fighting, so I came to check it out."

The three of them looked him up and down, noticing that he was dressed simply, his aura was suppressed to the early stage of the Saint Realm, and his expression was calm and composed.

He didn't seem to be planning a sneak attack; his tense posture relaxed slightly.

The shield in the man's hand disappeared, and he nodded to Wang Long.

"So you were just passing by."

It's normal to encounter other people in the spirit realm, as long as they're not there to cause trouble.

The man with the gun paused on Wang Long for a moment, as if judging something, but ultimately said nothing more, only casually adding a comment.

"This dense forest is bigger than you think. If you go deeper into it, be careful, the monsters get stronger the further you go in, and sometimes you'll even encounter groups of them."

"Thanks for reminding me."

Wang Long clasped his hands in greeting to them, but didn't say much. He turned and walked around the edge of the clearing, continuing into the depths of the dense forest.

The three people's conversation was gradually swallowed up by the shadows of the trees and the rustling of the leaves.

Wang Long's pace was neither hurried nor slow, but his mental perception range remained fully open at all times.

Here, as long as you have enough mental energy, you can conjure any weapon. Of course, mental energy has its limits, so it's best to calculate the consumption of mental energy carefully.

Otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

He walked for a while, then suddenly stopped at the edge of an open area ahead.

There were several figures scattered around, each occupying a flat rock or tree stump. Some were sitting cross-legged, while others stood with their eyes closed. Their bodies were surrounded by extremely faint fluctuations of spiritual energy, as if they were engaged in some kind of special cultivation.

Wang Long did not approach to disturb them, but only observed them from a distance for a moment before turning his gaze away and continuing to walk deeper into the dense forest along a natural path.

His goal today is to kill more monsters and continuously improve his mental strength!

Wang Long didn't know how long he had walked when the shadows of the trees ahead suddenly thinned out, revealing a natural clearing surrounded by tall, ancient trees.

In the center of the open space lay a figure larger than any of the magical beasts they had ever seen before.

It was a giant bear covered in dark green scales, with limbs as thick as pillars, and a dark red bony ridge protruding from its back, extending from the back of its neck to its tailbone, exuding a strong bloody smell.