331: Chapter 329: Tiger’s Roar 331: Chapter 329: Tiger’s Roar The power of the Spiritual Artifact could suppress the demon.
Suddenly, the Demon Wolf King raised its head, flashed a sinister smile at Mou Chen, showing its fierce canine teeth.
It hadn’t transford its bones and couldn’t speak, but from the shape of its mouth,
it was saying, “All of you will die here today.”
The skeletal palm, instead of retreating in pain, continued to probe cruelly.
Zhang Yaosong’s face drastically changed as he was about to intervene, but unexpectedly, the Demon Wolf King’s arm slightly quivered.
The flesh between its bones instantly turned into a streak of blood filth, which spiraled around and flicked off its fingertip.
The blood filth entered the azure bead.
The bead shattered upon contact.
Corpses of demon wolves, no longer restrained, sensed the fresh scent of humans and sward frantically.
The small, ancient Cold Pavilion was smashed to pieces in the surge of demon energy.
Mou Chen, having no ti to feel distressed, roared angrily, ignoring the unhealed wrist injury, and directly used the sect’s secret technique: Gray Fla Crane Dance!
A massive force surged upward, releasing two fiery crane-like apparitions made of red and yellow True Qi.
One large and one small.
The larger crane swirled its wings, slicing the swarming wolves to pieces.
The smaller crane clung to his back while Mou Chen, weaponless, grabbed a demon wolf with both arms and forcefully tore.
The smaller crane’s wings also burst open fiercely, ripping the demon wolf’s body in two like tearing tofu.
Compared to Mou Chen’s wild and rugged fighting style, others seed almost pitifully struggling, each using their Spirit Arts and Divine Skills frantically.
“Damn, this Corpse Demon Wolf King is a Corpse Spirit; how could it evolve into a human?!”
Zhang Yaotang was utterly despairing; he thought if he had known earlier, he should have asked Li Jiujiu to call for their aunt.
At least then they wouldn’t need to explain their deaths here!
Everyone was caught in a desperate battle, no one had ti to worry about Li Jiujiu anymore.
Li Jiujiu turned pale with fright at the scene before her, but, having faced real nightmares like Su Jing before, her legs didn’t give out on her this ti.
She suppressed the trembling of her fingertips and drew out a brownish-yellow small sword from the jade born from clear water.
This small sword was a Flying Sword, a Spiritual Artifact with extrely high lethality and speed, but it could only carry two people at a ti.
She could no longer worry about others, conjured a Sword technique, and the small sword responded, bursting out dozens of beams of light, killing five Corpse Demon Wolves that were surrounding her.
Her cultivation was too weak to fully control this small sword, and just that one move exhausted all the Sword Qi available for killing enemies.
No ti for compassion; she must control the sword and leave as quickly as possible.
If she were surrounded by demon wolves again, she wouldn’t have the strength to kill them.
At this mont, Li Jiujiu was actually quite relieved that her cultivation wasn’t as powerful as theirs; cultivators in higher realms were obviously more attractive to the demon wolves.
After she killed the five demon wolves around her, the Sword technique did not fade, swiftly pulling the small sword, a lightweight Sword Qi gently lifting her body, ready to ride the wind at any mont.
With the Flying Sword’s speed, she thought that not even the Wolf King could catch up with her.
Spiritual Power surged around Li Jiujiu, quickly forming a powerful whirlwind barrier to protect her.
The Corpse Demon Wolves crazily snapping around her, were swept high into the air as they approached, then heavily fell back down, their flesh and bones shattered!
Li Jiujiu was genuinely shocked; the small sword’s consumption of Spiritual Power was fiercely potent, far beyond her expectations.
Looking at this setup, this small sword might well be a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact.
Li Jiujiu’s heart raced as her body’s Spiritual Power could not sustain such consumption; she was about to leave when she heard a heart-wrenching scream from very close by.
She glanced sideways only to see a Corpse Demon Wolf passing by Yan Yun, its tusk laden with Corpse Poison tearing a large piece of flesh from her waist.
Yan Yun looked towards her with a desperate and hopeless gaze.
Li Jiujiu couldn’t bear that look.
Despite the unfriendly treatnt she received from Yan Yun during their journey, in the entire team, only she and Yan Yun were won.
Moreover, considering Zhang Yaotang, Yan Yun’s husband, had been particularly caring towards her, an outsider, it made sense if Yan Yun was cold to another woman seeing her husband behaving this way towards Jiujiu.
If Little An behaved similarly to her, she’d probably treat other won coldly too.
With this in mind, the grievances she suffered from Yan Yun over the past few days also seed a bit more bearable.
Since the small sword could carry two people, and Yan Yun was only about a foot away from her, Li Jiujiu couldn’t bear to leave her to die.
She channeled her Spiritual Power, tore an opening in the giant wind barrier, and reached out a hand towards Yan Yun, urgently saying, “Co quickly, this sword can only carry two people.”
Yan Yun gratefully acknowledged and ran towards her disheveled, desperately grabbing her wrist.
Li Jiujiu frowned, feeling her grasp unnaturally strong, her fingernails nearly embedding into her flesh.
It didn’t seem like the nervous clutch of soone desperate to survive.
Because Yan Yun’s hand was exceptionally steady and powerful, the intensity in her fingernails as if wishing to break her bones, was filled with malice.
Li Jiujiu shuddered, and a chilling premonition of doom sank deeply into her heart.
In the next mont, that premonition beca reality.
A numbing pain spread through her wrist, and her Spiritual Power was instantly sealed.
Even in her injured state within the Sea Expansion Realm, sealing her cultivation at such a close distance was still an easy feat.
The small sword she tightly held fell into Yan Yun’s hands.
Her eyes were cold and rciless as she deliberately reduced her force by seventy percent, slapping Li Jiujiu on the shoulder.
When the intense pain hit, Li Jiujiu heard the terrifying sound of her shoulder bones cracking; shaking all over, she felt like she might die right then.
Under the force of that strike, she was thrown into the air, and behind her ca the stench of the putrid wind, along with the wild animal scent from the demon wolves, making her feel nauseous.
As she was tossed against the wind, Li Jiujiu saw Yan Yun holding the small sword, frantically running towards Zhang Yaotang.
Despite reaching out to help, only to be betrayed, Li Jiujiu felt no anger, only blaming herself for her naivety.
Thinking her sincere approach towards others would be reciprocated, she just felt sowhat powerless.
But the sight of Yan Yun holding the small flying sword evoked an intense and eerily familiar bloody scent in her throat.
That was given to her by Little An!!!
But what could she do now?
Li Jiujiu’s eyes darkened.
She was about to die.
The scent of the putrid wind was inches away, and Li Jiujiu’s calves involuntarily cramped.
In her peripheral vision, she saw an enormous creature leap extrely high, carrying a terrifying, oppressive force.
The huge shadow lood over her.
Trembling, she thought, in the rush of the battle, hadn’t she noticed that the Corpse Demon Wolves were so frighteningly huge?
Almost rivaling the adult demon tigers recorded in the “Demon Control Strategy.”
“ROAR!!!”
As if endowed with the divine power of a mountain ghost, the tiger’s roar shattered the darkness.
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