On the vast ocean, the Black Canopy Magic Boat sailed unhurriedly within a specific area.
Shen Mo sat in the cabin, the Soul Refining Flag exuding a heavy blood light as it hovered beside him. His Mana was continuously infused into the Blood Flag through an imperceptible connection.
Controlling fifty Class III Demon Soul Generals was like casting a huge fishing net, slowly combing through a thousand miles of ocean.
Even though the Demon Soul Generals couldn't stray too far from the Soul Refining Flag, each could emanate its own sense. When combined, the area they could probe increased significantly.
Their efficiency far exceeded that of Shen Mo and the others conducting a meticulous point-by-point search.
Since he was only using them for searching and not engaging in intense fights, it didn't consume too much of Shen Mo's Mana.
