Hidden in the dense foliage of the treetops, Yang Ling stared motionlessly at a small group of horned beasts that had come out to forage. Beside him, thirty-six domesticated horned beasts quietly spread their black wings, their sharp fangs glinting with cold light, their tails slightly raised, poised and waiting for the command to attack.

  After swallowing the essence of the giant wolf and python, he was delighted to find that his witchcraft had made great progress. Every day, he could continuously tame ten wild horned beasts with blood, and the efficiency was unmatched. In just a few days, he had safely tamed dozens of lone horned beasts.

  Its unknown whether it was the absorption of Yang Lings essence or the effect of the Witch Tower, but after being domesticated and staying in the Witch Tower for a period of time, the thumb-sized Horned Beast would grow to the size of a knife handle. At the same time, two sharp fangs grew out on either side, and the black horn on its forehead became even sharper and more ferocious, with combat strength far surpassing that of ordinary wild Horned Beasts.

  Yang Ling tried several times and found that the domesticated horned beast was more aggressive and better at fighting than its wild counterparts. When facing their wild counterparts, let alone one-on-one combat, even five or six of them together were still easily handled.

  A group of about a hundred or more horned toads were foraging in a disorderly manner, all slowly flying back and forth in the forest, searching for suitable food. Some rustled open dry branches to see if there were any ants or other crawling insects underneath; some pecked at a kind of grass that was about the length of a thumb, swallowing the juice inside; others pecked around on the pine trees, looking for termite holes.

  As the foraging horned beasts became more dispersed, Yang Ling seized the opportunity and divided his 36 domesticated horned beasts into six teams of six each. Leaving one team to guard him closely, he ordered the remaining horned beasts to launch a surprise attack on their unsuspecting kin.

  Under Yang Lings command, thirty fierce horned beasts flew out like lightning, striking with one blow, rendering their wild counterparts immobile before immediately shifting to attack the next target. Meanwhile, Yang Ling swiftly followed up, biting his index finger and dripping a drop of fresh blood onto the forehead of the wild horned beast.

  These days, he inadvertently discovered that injured horned beasts are easier to tame. The more serious the injury, the less spiritual power and essence blood consumed by taming. With his current spiritual power, only ten uninjured horned beasts can be tamed in a row per day, but after being injured, dozens of horned beasts can be tamed continuously without any problems.

  At the same time, he found that no matter how serious the injury was, as long as the beast was tamed and rested in the tower for a few days, it could recover normally. The thick fog inside the tower seemed to have healing properties. However, this only applied to newly tamed beasts. Once-tamed beasts took much longer to recover from injuries. It was like taking medicine for a cold - the first time it worked well, but subsequent times the effect was greatly reduced.

  After being ambushed by the powerful mutant horned beasts, the wild horned beasts were often caught off guard and seriously injured before they could even react. The few that did manage to react were powerless against the mutated domesticated horned beasts, either being bitten in two or pierced by their sharp black horns like a beehive.

  Under Yang Lings command, the wild Angle Beasts were soon annihilated. Except for a few dozen that had lost one wing or been beaten to a pulp, the rest were successfully domesticated by Yang Ling and taken into the Witchs Tower to recover.

  After consuming a large amount of spiritual power and essence, Yang Lings face turned pale. He took a few deep breaths before quickly leaving to avoid being discovered by the large group of wild horned bees. After retreating far away, he commanded the tamed horned bees to hunt, allowing him to savor various game meats while further training their cooperative combat abilities. Occasionally, when hunting low-level magical beasts, he could also absorb their essence to replenish his own.

  Like this, Yang Ling was tired during the day and directed the domesticated horned beast to hunt, condensed the preys essence blood and swallowed it down. After being full of energy, he would go out to catch wild horned beasts at night, then seize the time to cultivate the mysterious witchcraft. At first, the witch power circulating in his body was faint, but after a period of time, he gradually felt a surging flow of air that never stopped.

  After more than a month, Yang Ling gradually adapted to the forest where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, and also tamed more than 2,000 hornet beasts that ate people without spitting out bones. Slowly, he no longer frequently visited the old nest of the hornet beasts.

  Its not that he wants to accumulate some good deeds, but the horned beasts have increased their vigilance. Let alone single horned beasts, even small teams of horned beasts are scarce. The remaining horned beasts either stay in their nests all day and dont come out, or they come out in large groups, leaving him with no way to make a move.

  After having enough defensive power, Yang Ling set out to the outer forest, hoping to get through the vast Tras Forest as soon as possible. Along the way, many horned beasts were sent to explore the road, and if they saw a demon beast that couldnt be beaten, they would hide far away, and if they encountered a wild beast that could be easily defeated, they would command the horned beasts to attack in turn, and there was no danger along the way.

  After walking for several hours, Yang Ling stopped near a small lake to rest before continuing on his journey. According to the Angle Beasts memory, as long as he kept heading west, he would be able to exit the vast and endless Tras Primeval Forest.

  Near the lake, a group of little white rabbits with long ears were happily chasing and playing. Their lychee-sized eyes kept rolling around on Yang Lings body, but Yang Ling didnt have any interest in them. After all, even if rabbit meat was fresh and delicious, eating too much would be boring. This is just like how a man, even if he marries a beautiful wife, will eventually get tired of her after some time, same principle.

  "Kill..."

  Just as Yang Ling was about to crouch down and wash his face, a killing sound came from afar. As a low-level demon beast, the hornet beast knew some simple continental common language, and after obtaining their memories, Yang Ling also quickly learned this not-so-complicated language.

  Silently and swiftly, Yang Ling arrived at the scene and hid himself in the dense foliage of a tree top. Not far away was a small mountain village with clear waters and lush greenery, where a group of black-clad warriors riding flying beasts were wildly attacking a group of panicked pointy-eared elves.

  Under the black-robed warrior, there were two kinds of flying beasts. Apart from a few lion-eagle-like creatures that were as big as calves, all the others were black-and-white cloud carvings.

  According to the memory of the Angle Worm, Yun Chaos speed is good but has no attack power and is a low-level flying magic beast. The Lion Eagle is extremely terrifying, not only fast but also incredibly powerful. With one swipe of its paw, the elves are often scratched off with a large piece of skin and flesh, either dead or seriously injured.

  With powerful momentum and impact, the black-clad warriors charged left and right while brandishing their blood-stained battle knives. At the same time, the elves under the command of an elderly figure fought back desperately, with arrows flying like clouds. Every emerald-green long arrow that whizzed by would bring down a black-clad warrior, as the lightning-fast speed and hundred-paces-piercing accuracy left them defenseless. The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, with neither gaining the upper hand.

  Racial massacre?

  Yang Ling shook his head and released more than 2,000 bloodthirsty horned beasts. Except for sending out 100 to detect the surrounding situation, the rest all stayed by his side on high alert, in case of a sudden attack.

  Suddenly, Yang Lings eyes lit up. Behind the old man emerged a black-haired elf girl, slender and elegant, with long hair flowing, and her entire person was like a beautiful lotus flower under the white skirt.

  With a dark green staff in hand, the long-haired girl murmured for a moment before raising her hand to release a circle of black light. Wherever it went, the black-clad warriors moved slowly as if they had been smeared with strong glue, and were killed one by one by the swift and agile spirits.

  "Quickly, seize that spirit priestess!" After losing several warriors, a young man who seemed to be the leader became enraged and gave the order loudly. Soon, a team of elite black-clad warriors rushed towards the long-haired beauty like madmen.

  As the black-clad warriors charged over with killing intent, the long-haired beauty retreated a few steps in tension, then grasped the dark green staff in her hand and began to chant. Soon, a turbulent wave of energy rippled through the air, followed by a series of dull thuds, as the towering trees nearby transformed into giant withered tree men over ten meters tall.

  Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the giant wooden man trudged forward with heavy footsteps towards the black-clad warriors, and with a forceful strike of his massive wooden club, he smashed the black-clad warriors along with their mounts into a pulp.

  Sorcery? Hallucination?

  Yang Ling rubbed his eyes, looking incredulously at the giant withered trees that had transformed from towering trees.