Victoria observed Sam, who was just about finished eradicating the first waves of beasts—literally a thousand creatures with strengths ranging from above the Golden Core realm to Dao Seeing realm.
She then turned her attention to the second waves of beasts. Although fewer in number, they compensated with quality.
There were only dozens of Battle Monarch level beasts, a couple of Sage level beasts, and a single Great Sage level beast.
It would be a formidable challenge for a single cultivator.
Yet, Sam gazed at them fearlessly. No one, not even Victoria, could think that he was rely putting up a brave face. He genuinely appeared ready to face them.
This left her even more astonished.
Her eyes then shifted towards Helena, looking at her as if she were an alien from a far-off planet.
"What's with that look?" Helena noticed her, instinctively adjusting her robe.
"Is he really your son?" Victoria asked, glancing between Helena and Sam.
"Of course, he is my son. Why the heck would you ask that?" Helena felt a level of offense she hadn't experienced before, especially from soone so close.
"Don't get wrong; it's just that," Victoria, shaking her head, looked at Sam.
"How can soone as beautiful and heavenly as YOUR son be born in a world like this? I just couldn't get this thought out of my head... that's why..."
"I understand how you feel, but that's a very an thing to ask. It was hurtful," Helena said with moist eyes.
"Whoa, are you actually crying?" Victoria asked, wide-eyed.
"No... I'm not," Helena wiped her eyes, trying not to show her embarrassing side to Victoria.
"When did you beco such a crybaby? You're an adult, crying chicken?" Victoria silently thought to herself before turning her gaze to Sam.
...
"Did you successfully pull every soul of the beasts I just killed?" Sam looked at the dead bodies of the beasts, or more accurately, their shadows.
Unknown to anyone but him, dark figures crept inside the shadows.
Not just one, but many, numbering in thousands. So looked human, while others took various shapes and sizes—each more horrendous and frightening than the other.
"My lord, we didn't leave a single soul behind, but..." The figure Sam was talking to was one of his shadow soldiers, extracted from the death row prisoners of the Hailstorm Clan's dungeon prison.
Before he started annihilating the first wave of corrupted beasts, he ordered a couple of shadow soldiers to extract the souls by acting as extensions of his arms, moving through shadows to keep his ability to raise an army of undead soldiers a secret.
He found he could use his shadow soldiers like this by improving his mastery over his Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique rapidly.
"What is it?" Sam asked, seeing that the shadow soldier, he nad as Bobby, was hesitating about sothing.
Even though they were only souls and not living people, they retained their cultivation and fully functional intelligence as they had when alive.
Bobby was a peak-stage Battle Monarch when alive, but after his soul was extracted, his cultivation fell to a lower stage.
"My lord, these beasts are very weak. I was wondering why your Majesty is willing to make these idiotic beasts your subordinates? They are not good enough to serve your Majesty," Bobby asked, lowering his head.
"Well, Bobby, it's not a bad idea to have as many subordinates as possible. They might be weak, but we can put them to good use as long as we have the numbers," Sam calmly replied, narrowing his eyes in the direction where he sensed the Battle Monarch level beasts.
"Your words are wise, as always, my lord," Bobby replied with absolute respect and obedience.
"There is going to be another battle, this ti with Battle Monarch level beasts," Sam spoke.
"Continue collecting souls and don't show yourself, understand?"
"As you wish, my lord," Bobby bowed.
GROWL!
"Look at this, they have prepared ten Battle Monarch level beasts for this formation? Did they have to go so far just to deal with a bunch of younger generation brats?" Sam smiled slightly.
"I only used about five percent of the spiritual energy reserves to deal with the first wave of beasts."
He looked at the dead bodies of the beasts he killed. "I can devour these dead beasts to replenish my reserves, but I don't want to expose my innate ability."
"Co on," Sam held his sword firmly as the weapon glowed faintly with power, and sword Dao patterns could be seen swirling around it, giving it a holy sword-like appearance.
One of the Battle Monarch beasts resembled a dog with a body that looked like a lion, standing about 20 ters tall.
Its corrupted red skin and blood-dripping black eyes made it look like a bloodthirsty monster—a perfect war machine from every angle.
"He looks fun," Sam appeared before the beast and was about to cut its leg to restrict its movent.
Unlike before when he had to fight against lower-level beasts, he couldn't do it half-heartedly.
These were beasts with Battle Monarch level strength, and he had to put in so effort if he wanted to handle them perfectly.
As he was about to sever its leg, it suddenly turned, its ferocious sharp teeth dripping with disgusting saliva, intending to tear his flesh apart.
"Tch," Sam raised his Astral Ascendant sword, slashing at the incoming incisors.
A clink sound was heard, and with a growl, the beast pushed its big head at Sam, but he was strong enough to withstand it.
"This beast only has the aura of the lower stage of a Battle Monarch cultivator, but its physical strength is much stronger. I guess being a corrupted beast makes a big difference."
The beast growled nacingly as saliva from its mouth slowly dripped onto Sam's leg. "Eww, dog goo, gross."
His face beca solemn, grossed out by it, and Sam subconsciously slashed his sword unharmoniously, making a deep cut on its upper mouth.
Sam raised an eyebrow when he saw its blood. "Hmph, black blood? So the corruption turns their blood black, huh?"
"You don't say. I will never touch that gross stuff."
His face turned ugly, but even that didn't decrease his charm one bit.
"It's more disgusting than the dog goo."
"These bastards actually let themselves turn into grotesque beings with black blood just like these beasts? I just want to make them disappear into nothing, so that no one has to know that soting like this even existed."
Suddenly, from nowhere, and with no apparent reason, his anger flared up, almost making him go out of control.
However, before it did, he was able to take control of his emotions.
"What the hell was that? Hey, Codex, what just happened?"
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