At this critical mont, An Ning, who was originally retreating, suddenly stood firm, swung her arm, and fiercely counterattacked, shattering the returning scythe with ease!
Puny tricks, showing off in front of an expert!
Kuateri couldn't help but want to laugh.
So the little cubs of the Hunter Finger Family are still too naive!
The scythe shattered, and the shadow of the wolf flickered suddenly, appearing out of nowhere right in front of her.
His speed increased once again.
Even faster than the unbelievable speed just now, so fast that even the almost nonexistent reaction ti of a Hunter couldn't detect it.
Faster than the imaginable limits!
So fast that it caught An Ning off guard.
The scythe blade had already pierced into the skin above her neck.
In the instant their eyes t, An Ning finally realized where the unease in her heart had been coming from, continuously surfacing from the beginning until now.
From the start, the opponent had been deliberately concealing his traits, even the speed that had been hidden...
All the efforts made until now, there was only one thing the opponent wanted to hide.
—This guy is simply not a wolf of the White Country!
Just like that, noticing the astonishnt in the opponent's eyes, Kuateri silently grinned.
Noticed, did you?
Too late!
Actually, not too late.
At this crucial mont, An Ning still had three choices.
Choose to give up, and the mont she gives up, a washing machine and refrigerator would fall from the sky, crushing this guy's head.
After all, Grandpa loved her the most.
Choose to hold on, and as long as she holds on for a mont, Ji Jue's support would arrive imdiately, and then they'd smash this guy's head together.
After all, Brother Ji Jue was the most reliable.
Or, choose to continue—
—to uphold the dignity granted to the Hunter by the White Deer!
So, just as Kuateri grinned, An Ning also smiled.
Ignoring the scythe on her neck, between her fingers, a hiltless short blade like glass appeared out of nowhere, [Bitter Day]!
But she didn't project it; instead, she gripped it tightly.
Stabbing at the wolf equally close.
Just like the wolf had just competed in projection against her, rashly competing in claws and fangs with the beast in front of her!
Can't win.
Absolutely can't win.
But she could lose, lose together!
Perish together!
A one-for-one, using a young hunter to exchange for an experienced beast, utter fairness and death.
An Ning smiled, her pupils brightened, radiating a joyous and cheerful light, she hadn't retreated even slightly, instead, she took a step forward, facing death.
—As this last hunt, offering it to the White Deer!
Now, it was Kuateri's turn to choose, was it an honorable death or a disgraceful survival?
He had no choice.
Ever since he had degenerated into a beast, from that mont, he had nothing to do with honor, for wolves, only the ones who survive are winners—the scythe that pierced down suddenly swept across, turning from a stab to a slash, brutally severing An Ning's half-neck and throat, before the blood could even spurt, An Ning felt a weightless sensation from her wrist.
The palm holding Fei Guang just detached from her arm.
Severed!
Unconcerned about her severed palm, not even caring about the impending blood spray from her shoulder, An Ning chose indifference as the blade once again slashed down.
rely, slightly turned her body.
Revealing the hundreds of ters away Ji Jue behind her.
Well done, An Ning!
Ji Jue wanted to smile and praise.
From Kuateri charging up to this mont now, the elapsed ti wasn't even 0.01 seconds, the rhythm between the White Deer and the wolf was too fast, so fast that even Ji Jue, relying on crazily accelerated perception and transcendent vision, could barely capture a blurred afterimage.
In such a short ti, barely enough for Ji Jue to raise his palm.
But it was enough.
At this mont, in his raised palm, his index finger was already aid at where An Ning originally was, without aiming, without locking on, leaving all problems to the bullet.
Leaving it to his own [Heart]...
The invisible trigger pulled, Ji Jue's heart ceased beating.
Zanlu, unsheathed!
Thus, in this nearly solidified, frozen mont of ti, a joyful song echoed.
Countless electric lights spread, erupting with a crackling sound as they tore through the air, sparks soared, and the explosive sound of fla light burning Dust resounded.
Since its forging, for the first ti as a true weapon, holding nothing back, exerting all efforts to destroy the enemy.
Zanlu let out an excited howl, the spiritual essence clanged,
Within the Thunder Pool, a massive amount of Thunderbolt and flas were completely drained, following which, a wisp of purple-black slight light flew from Ji Jue's fingertip, darting at lightning speed across the insignificant distance.
Straight into the wolf's heart.
Soon after, the enormous boom of shattering space burst forth belatedly, a ghastly Mach Ring exploded from Ji Jue's fingertip, evaporating the dissolved fingertip entirely.
Mid-air, Kuateri's body abruptly inflated.
Eyes widened in fear.
From his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs, and every pore, purple-black electric lights there sprayed, the savage light straight and sharp like a sword.
The scream couldn't even escape before exploding into a mist of blood.
Countless corpse shells erupted from within like a fountain, but, the layers of sacrificial remains couldn't suppress the overwhelming destruction.
At most, it only bought him a asly heartbeat or two.
Only enough to restore his original body.
With a determined decision!
He gripped the blade firmly, plunging it into his own heart, brutally gouging out the heart along with the surrounding tissues, even, at the cost of severing his lower half as well,
Exerted all his strength, ejected forth.
He watched helplessly as the Zhanlu Light turned most of his body to flying ash in an instant, frenziedly pursuing him.
In this unprecedented horror, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.
Thankfully, he fought for this crucial opportunity.
As long as the connection between soul and flesh is severed, cutting off this trail of destruction, he could once again…
Snap—!
The last thing he heard was the crisp sound.
Originating from the back of his head, piercing through to the front of his forehead.
[?]
In the whirl of confusion, he futilely widened his eyes, struggling to comprehend what had transpired.
Yet his gaze irresistibly shifted toward the figure inches away.
An Ning.
Blood gushed like a spring from a slit in her neck, the wrist of her left hand was empty.
Jade Horn Shadow appeared for an instant.
She lowered her gaze, overlooking the bewildered wolf, without joy or sorrow.
Her eyes brimd with a light akin to that gazing over a desolate slaughter.
The outco was already decided.
As soon as she drew Bitter Day, everything beca clear.
The projection of Bitter Day was complete the mont determination manifested, even severing her wrist was futile.
Kuateri believed he made a choice, yet he never did,
neither Hunter nor Wolf did.
At the very end, what appeared before Kuateri was but a fleeting dream-like spectrum, transient as spring.
That dazzling brilliance arrived unknowingly, gently embracing him.
Then, took everything away.
Falling petals, flowing water, spring departs.
The afterglow has faded.
Death.
The falling corpse rapidly swelled, greyish-white fur erged from within, the incomplete body fell and swiftly decayed, dissolving.
Returning to the earth, transforming into the barren's nourishnt.
"Sorry, Ji Jue."
An Ning shrugged regretfully, grinning: "Couldn't hold back this ti."
Even at such tis, cracking jokes.
Annoyed, Ji Jue tapped her head.
He extended his fingers, rudely probing into the wound, severing the shattered blood vessels, scavenging for wolf poison, and after withdrawing, the wound healed again under the life force of the rebirth form.
Even upon the severed hand, was treated the sa.
Reattached once more.
At this mont, a destructive rain descended once again from the sky, burning every living being in the marketplace into ash.
And amidst the blaze, Ji Jue slowly turned his head, stepped and walked toward the wolf he had abandoned on the spot with no regular etings.
The wolf, whose body was stolen by the bone knife, faced distorted, constantly changing, struggling fiercely, yet unable to move even a finger, rely looking on in desperation as Ji Jue approached step by step.
"I, I..." His expression twitched, effortfully squeezing out a twisted smile: "rcy..."
Boom!!!
An iron fist smashed down.
The nearby Dragon Mountain Armor rcilessly raised its hand, crushing his head, blood, shattered bone, and brain matter splattered. Then, amidst a series of continuous roars, crushed his bones inch by inch.
Ji Jue took a syringe from his pocket, tapped the liquefied life inside, then aid at the bloodied wolf, squeezing out a minuscule droplet.
The drop fell.
Soon, under the irrigation of life force, the wolf swiftly recovered.
Eyes widened in terror.
Before he could speak, the iron fist descended again!
Brutally, inch by inch, pressing him into pulp, then force again through drug injection, forcibly catalyzing back into completeness, then smashing again.
Once, again, and again, repeatedly!
Until amidst the desperate wails, a cold voice was heard.
"Alright, now you can speak."
Ji Jue asked, "Where is Shekri?"
The wolf's face twisted, convulsing: "I, I don't know..."
"That's not what I want to hear."
Ji Jue regrettably shook his head, the iron fist slamd down, the sound of shattering reverberated, healing, smashing again, repeating, repeating, until it halted once more.
This ti, before Ji Jue could question, the wolf, barely conscious, screeched out: "He and a group of outsider mutated transformations hid in the northern Heavenly Punishnt Mountain Range's Old Capital, Shekri wants to revive the White King, he's gathering blood sacrifice for the ritual, sending us out to search..."
Boom!!!
The Dragon Mountain fist, soaked in bits of at and blood, crashed down again, uninterrupted, the earth suddenly blearily quaked, sunk, fissures filled with blood and pulp.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Once, again, and again.
Until, an uncertain amount of ti later, finally stopped once more.
"Wh-why..."
The wolf, now grotesquely shapeshifted into a bizarre mass of flesh, screeched, crying blood in lant: "I clearly already..."
"Bla for holding expectations for you, but it was just an excuse to lose my temper, what you know matters little indeed."
Ji Jue controlled rcury, crafting complexities of Secret Ritual on the fractured ground.
Finally, he squatted down, overlooking the wolf.
"For your truthful cooperation, let's grant you a choice."
He suddenly asked:
"So, between the Tower and White Hall, which do you prefer?"
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