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On the Great Prairie of the Plains of Despair, a low-level hyena was searching for food. Its luck was not bad, there was a corpse of a Sword Rattan Dragon lying on the ground.

Aardwolf, a level seven beast. It was good at communicating with earth elements and using earth magic to attack. It was also fast and was good at running and living in groups. Meeting large numbers of Aardwolves on the Plains of Despair was definitely a nightmare for all travelers.

Aardwolf's nose was very sensitive, and the smell of blood could be smelled even from a few miles away. Soon, another Aardwolf arrived. It took a glance at the nibbling Aardwolf, and also lowered its head to bite.

Next, the third one … The fourth contestant … The fifth...

More and more hyenas rushed over from all directions, joining the army of hyenas that were eating up the Sword Razorback Dragons. Soon, these ten-ton mutated beasts were all eaten up, and at this time, the number of hyenas had already reached hundreds.

At this moment, some of the hyenas suddenly stopped. They raised their heads and sniffed, then suddenly turned around. Their bloodshot eyes stared closely behind them as they growled in a low voice.

"Pata …" "Pata …"

A clear and crisp sound rang out, and it sounded rather strange within the great prairie. This sound was similar to the sound of a bone dropping to the ground.

When the hundreds of hyenas heard this sound, they immediately tensed up. Their blood-red eyes stared fixedly in the direction of the voice. Their eyes showed fear, and they would occasionally growl in a low voice.

"Pata …" "Pata …"

At this time, a figure finally appeared in the middle of the rocky beach. It was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with skin tanned somewhat by the sun, and determination in his black eyes. He wore a long black robe, and the small skull on it was extremely dazzling.

"Woo woo …"

The fear in Aardwolf's eyes became even more intense. He howled uneasily, and his body couldn't help but tremble. Many of the wolves could no longer withstand the pressure and fled with their tails between their legs.

The leader of the hyenas glared with bloodshot eyes and gave a bluff roar, but his body kept backing off.

In the past three to four months, this young man, who was only seventeen to eighteen years old, and his skeleton army had left a deep impression on all the beasts in the Plains of Despair.

It still remembered that the first day this boy had arrived at the Plains of Despair, he had caused an earth-shattering massacre. This boy had engaged in a bloody battle with the beast race from the Plains of Despair.

The bloody battle lasted for seven days and seven nights. During this earth-shaking battle, the large and small beasts on the Plains of Despair suffered a devastating blow.

The Blue-Eyed Blood Lions were exterminated, and the usually unreasonable and unreasonable Rhinoceros tribe was slaughtered to the point where they could only flee. The domineering Colossal Horned Rhinoceros was also killed to the point that there were only a few left …

He fought with the youth three times, the first time had been a crushing defeat, the second time had been a dispute with the Aardwolf King. Almost seventy percent of the Aardwolves from the Plains of Despair had attacked him, but he was still defeated. The third time was when the boy used a bone spear to chop off the Aardwolf King's head …

The bloody slaughter shocked the aboriginals of the Plains of Despair. The appearance of this youth had challenged the status of some of the stronger races in the Plains of Despair, upsetting the balance of the Plains of Despair. Moreover, this youth was different from the other mercenary groups. He didn't seem to be here for the monster cores, but for the sake of tempering himself.

This was Ron. He had spent three to four months in the Plains of Despair, fighting and killing every day. At this moment, his body was reeking of blood.

The Skeleton Mage attacked first, and immediately followed with the Black Knights leading the Skeleton Army while the nimble Skeleton Warriors quickly charged forward, quickly ending the battle.

From then on, the Skeleton Army became a nightmare in the Plains of Despair. When the beasts saw Ron, almost all of them turned and ran, and Ron didn't go after him.

Ron had become the true hegemon of the Plains of Despair.

The lead coyote growled, gave Ron a frightened look, dropped the unfinished corpse of the Swordthorn and fled obediently. No matter how crazy they were, they didn't have the courage to make an enemy of Ron.

Ron didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't planned on doing anything to these guys. They had actually escaped.

Ron lightly pinched his bearded chin, thinking, Am I that scary?

Lowering his head slightly, he looked at the Sword Rattan Dragon that had been gnawed to the point where only its skeleton remained. Ron helplessly shook his head. It seemed like he wouldn't have the chance to hone his skills today.

The Sword Rattan Dragon was one of them. Right now, Ron's close combat capabilities were greatly enhanced, and facing a small number of beasts, he no longer needed to summon skeletons to assist him in the fight. His bone spear had reached the acme of perfection, and he had also fused a few sword techniques with it, in the midst of fighting to the death, he had found an almost perfect way to kill. He had become the first necromancer in the history of Necromancy Magic.

However, as his infamous reputation spread, the chances of this kind of fights became fewer and fewer. In the Plains of Despair, there was almost no one who dared to challenge his existence.

"Forget it, I should head back earlier …"

Ron was a little disappointed. He thought for a moment that it would be better if he went back to cultivate his soul power. After walking around the Plains of Despair for two days, he didn't see any strange beasts that attacked him.

In the eastern mountains of the Plains of Despair, Ron pulled at a pile of dead branches, revealing a cave.

This cave was where Ron had been staying for the past few months. It was densely packed with magical beast furs, various materials, and magic cores. The entire cave was practically filled to the brim.

If anyone had come to see Ron casually arranging these magical beast materials, they would definitely have reprimanded him for his extravagance. How could something so precious be left here like trash?

Looking at these things, Ron couldn't help but laugh. Several space bags were already filled with materials, but there were still many things that couldn't be contained. Ron didn't know what to do with them, they had already been thrown quite a bit outside the cave, but there were still so many left.

Ron brushed the dust off the ground and carefully sat down. He took a deep breath, calmed his somewhat messy mood, and entered a state of cultivation. A moment later, he frowned.

"Strange! I've been training hard for the past few months, but why is it that my soul force hasn't increased at all?

Ron had been puzzled by this question, and logically speaking, he should have broken through by now.

Breakthrough!

He felt that ever since he broke through to the Mage level, his soul force had never increased greatly in his training. Before this, he had also consulted Grandpa Homerin about this matter, but what Grandpa Homerin told him was that above the level of the Mage level, every level of advancement becomes extremely difficult, and in addition to painstaking training, most of it required luck. And this opportunity was something one could only hope for, as long as one maintained a calm mind, perhaps the breakthrough would be in front of them.

"Calm down …"

Ron carefully considered Grandpa Homerin's words, but he couldn't make sense of them.

There were all sorts of people. Some people liked money, some people liked power, and more people had been chasing after power their entire lives. In the process of gaining strength, they were more dissatisfied with their own strength.

A soldier wanted to become a master level expert, and a master level expert wanted to become a master level expert. A master level expert also wanted to become a Saint level expert.

There was no limit to it, just because one had a desire, it was impossible to maintain a normal mind with a desire. This was a contradiction, how could it be linked together?

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore!" I should focus on my cultivation... " Ron shook his head with a wry smile.

At this time, there was a burst of thunder and lightning outside. Soon, it began to rain heavily.

Rain was a normal thing on the Plains of Despair, and the land was fertile because of it. Fortunately, Ron was hiding in the cave, or else he would have turned into a drowned chicken.

Letting out a light breath, Ron's hands formed a claw shape, and with a concentrated thought, traces of soul force were released from his body.

A black ball of light formed from a large amount of soul force was held in his hand, gently spinning as he frantically absorbed the soul force from Ron's body.

Forming a consumption before increasing again was a process of soul force cultivation. This process was the same as a mage's meditation.

Ron closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Ron was sitting quietly in the cave, meditating. After who knows how long, he felt a chill between his legs.

Opening his eyes slightly, Ron frowned. As it often rained, Ron had kept the entrance to the cave very high, and now, at some point, a small gap had appeared in the entrance to the cave. A trickle of rain flowed in through the gap and formed a small stream that seeped into his feet.

"This is …"

Ron's eyes narrowed as he was drawn to the stream, which was curving in front of him, slowly flowing toward him.

When the stream encountered a great obstacle, it skilfully slipped by until it reached Ron's feet.

At this moment, Ron suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.

Just let the situation be as it is!

The so-called "normal" state of mind was not to not fight for something that belonged to one, but to maintain a calm state of mind throughout the pursuit of something that belonged to one. It was just like that small stream of water that would not be influenced by the outside world and would always remain true to itself.

In order to maintain one's heart, the most important thing was to first let go of the obsession in one's heart while training.

While Ron was thinking this, the soul force in the black ball of light in his hand suddenly began to revolve crazily, and Ron's mouth was slightly open, his eyes wide.

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