Chapter 905: Black Dog King
He moved straight toward the two-headed black dog, his entire body bathed in the sinister glow of his black flas, a sight like a devil descending from the darkness itself.
And just as Max had suspected, the mont those flas flared fully, the two-headed black dog visibly recoiled. Its dual heads lowered slightly, its snarls more defensive than aggressive. It hesitated, its instincts warning it of the danger it now faced.
A grim smile tugged at Max’s lips. ‘So it’s true… my black flas restrain you.’
But suddenly—
“Roar—!”
The sound tore through the abyss like a thunderclap, echoing off every wall, making the ground itself tremble. The two-headed black dog in front of Max raised both heads high and let out a howl so fierce it seed to shake the very air. It wasn’t just a howl of anger—it was a summons, a call to arms.
Almost instantly, the rest of the pack joined in.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
The chorus of barks, growls, and howls swept through the Black Dog Abyss like a tide, deafening and oppressive. It wasn’t just noise—it was power, the combined fury of dozens of predators announcing their intent to kill.
Max’s expression stiffened, his pupils shrinking slightly. Oh no… it’s calling reinforcents. His grip tightened around the Blue Dragon Sword, knuckles whitening as realization struck him. The big two-headed black dog wasn’t just attacking blindly. It was smart—dangerously smart. Seeing that it couldn’t take him down alone, it had chosen to call its kin.
“Hateful!” Max spat through clenched teeth, irritation flaring into rage. He crouched slightly, ready to launch forward and break free before the reinforcents arrived. But then, his eyes caught movent—shadows rippling along the stone walls behind him.
A mont later, from deeper in the abyss, they appeared.
Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of black dogs poured into the narrowing space like a flood of living darkness. Their eyes glead faintly with murderous light, their pitch-black coats almost blending with the abyss itself. Each one was larger than an ordinary wolf, muscles taut and jaws snapping, their very presence exuding killing intent.
Among them were over a dozen two-headed black dogs, their power radiating far beyond the others. Max’s sharp senses quickly gauged them—these were monsters at the ninth and even tenth levels of Legend Rank. His face turned grim.
‘That’s… too many.’
Yet before he could even plan his escape, sothing happened that made his blood run cold.
All at once, the black dogs stopped. Every single one of them. The sea of canines split down the middle, retreating to either side of the abyss, their claws scraping the rock as they crouched low to the ground. Their postures shifted into one of submission, their heads lowered, forelegs bent. It wasn’t a hunting stance. It was reverence.
Even the two-headed black dog that had been leading the chase, its dark eyes filled with cunning monts ago, had now lowered itself, both heads bowing deeply toward the deeper shadows behind it.
“Bang… bang… bang…”
A deep, rhythmic sound shook the ground. Each step was heavy, deliberate, like the beating of a war drum announcing a king’s arrival. Slowly, from the deepest darkness, a massive shadow erged—so large it made the already formidable two-headed black dog look small.
It stepped fully into view, and Max’s breath caught in his throat.
The beast was terrifying. Its body was ten feet long and three tis the size of the big two-headed dog. Its fur was a pitch black so deep it seed to devour light, and each of its two heads was massive, each maw lined with fangs like ivory daggers. Its muscles rippled with every movent, and its eyes glowed with a dark crimson light that sent an instinctive chill down Max’s spine.
The aura it radiated was suffocating—heavier and sharper than anything he had felt from the other dogs. This wasn’t just a leader. This was the king.
“The Black Dog King…”
The words slipped from Max’s mouth before he could stop them, his voice tight with disbelief.
He had fought countless beasts, including those at the peak of Legend Rank, but this was different. Even though its aura was on par with the peak of Legend Rank, the sheer pressure it exerted felt beyond that—closer to the terrifying realm of Mythic Rank beings.
Max’s heart sank, his mind racing. ‘If it were just a dozen peak Legend Rank black dogs, I could still break through with my full strength… but this…’
“Max, this Black Dog King is a mutated one. Its strength has far surpassed others of its kind. If I’m not mistaken, this beast has subdued all the black dogs in the Black Dog Abyss and rules as their undisputed king. Its strength… it has already stepped into the Mythic Rank. You are no match for it.”
Blob’s voice rang solemnly in Max’s mind, carrying a weight that made Max’s heart tighten.
“Fuck…” Max muttered under his breath, eyes wide in disbelief. He had expected danger coming into this abyss, but not this—a Mythic Rank monster, intelligent enough to rule and mutated to surpass its kind.
“Roar!”
The Black Dog King lowered its two massive heads, its glossy, obsidian eyes locking directly onto Max. There was no emotion in those eyes, only predatory dominance and chilling intent.
Its roar exploded like thunder, shaking the very earth, the sound carrying not just volu but oppressive force, a sound that made the bones in Max’s body hum painfully.
Imdiately, the thousands of black dogs on either side surged forward, a tide of deathly darkness. The strongest among them, over a dozen two-headed black dogs at the peak of Legend Rank, rushed at the front like living siege weapons. Their maws opened, spitting out thick clouds of black air, each wave like an ocean current trying to drown Max in pure Yin energy.
The air trembled violently, the surrounding rocks cracked and fell apart, and the entire abyss seed to be collapsing inward. The oppressive montum slamd into Max like a storm wall. His scalp went numb and his heart pounded like a war drum.
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