Although the intuition of the Wolf Clan demon beasts is extrely sharp, her [Netherworld Cat] was no ordinary creature.
In her shadow form, even Nascent Soul Cultivators of the sa rank struggle to detect her presence.
Yet now, rely by approaching, without making a move, she was sensed by the Nine Netherhound.
Seeing the Great Formation’s spiritual light above White Tiger Mountain begin to surge rapidly, Ying’er knew she had been discovered. Without hesitation, she imdiately summoned the Third Rank Spirit Ring bestowed upon her by the Nether Moon Saintess.
Although she had the accolades of assassinating Nascent Soul Immortals.
Assassination and capturing alive are not at all the sa concept.
Furthermore, assassinating cultivators and assassinating demon beasts are entirely different endeavors.
"Buzz!"
The pale golden Beast Taming Ring instantly expanded to several yards in width, complex andering pattern symbols flowing over it, releasing deep and brilliant radiance, flying towards the Nine Netherhound as if to bind it.
"Roar!!!"
The Nine Netherhound felt an instinctual danger from this Beast Taming Ring, letting out a ferocious and terrifying howl, waves of sound like hurricane emanating from its massive fanged mouth.
Imdiately after, its tail, resembling a dragon’s head, suddenly lifted like a Flood Dragon’s roar, snapping at the Beast Taming Ring, extending continuously.
"Boom!!!"
Like a pitch-black Flood Dragon, the tail collided with the Beast Taming Ring, forming a terrifying mana fluctuation, shaking the entire White Tiger Mountain.
Ying’er, seeing the situation, like an agile cat demon, sprang towards the Nine Netherhound.
Underneath her wide cloak, a tail extending from her spine, like an iron whip with faint dark purple patterns, broke through layers of void, forming sonic booms, lashing toward the Nine Netherhound.
"Roar!"
The Nine Netherhound roared again, with its dense black fur bristling upright, forming a fearso demon evil aura, blocking this iron whip-like tail.
But in the next mont, like a swiftly moving ghostly image, Ying’er with her sharp claws intertwined to form a black light blade, rapidly slashing toward the Nine Netherhound.
Under normal circumstances, the Nine Netherhound would be fearless and able to stand its ground, but the Beast Taming Ring was extrely restrictive to such demon beasts.
At this mont, it needed to fight against the Beast Taming Ring and was not a match for Ying’er, resorting to a loud howl, sending out sound waves to shatter the light blade.
Yet the black light blade still fell upon its giant body, leaving a deep mark on the black scales beneath the fur.
"The strength of this Nether Moon Wolf!?"
Seeing her spell rely cause so fur to fall from the Nine Netherhound, Ying’er was astonished, realizing that the latter was far from ordinary, not just a simple case of ancestral bloodline awakening, as a cold gleaming dagger suddenly appeared in her hand.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"A Nascent Soul Immortal, this is a Nascent Soul Immortal!"
The fact that the Nine Netherhound had broken through Third Rank was no secret;
all the cultivators in White Tiger Mountain were aware.
At this mont, seeing a cultivator appear on White Tiger Mountain, attacking the Nine Netherhound, everyone knew it was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, their expressions filled with fear.
After all, to the majority of cultivators, Nascent Soul Immortals remain an unattainable existence.
"Not good!"
Lu Xuanyu, being a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, realized that the Nine Netherhound was not a match for Ying’er, suppressed by the massive golden ring. He hastily manipulated the Great Formation of White Tiger Mountain to launch strikes at the Beast Taming Ring.
The Spirit Ring restrains demon beasts, but against miraculous divine abilities and magical treasures, its effect is limited.
Under the impact of the phantom ford by the Great Formation of White Tiger Mountain, it suddenly shivered, producing a sound of clashing tal, seemingly destabilized.
"A re Foundation Establishnt Cultivator dares to ddle!"
Ying’er’s expression under the mask was cold, her gaze emitting a blue and dark green hue, shot over towards Lu Xuanyu, delivering two rays of light that made him feel as though struck by lightning, spewing blood, and thrown far away.
"Roar!!!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the freed Nine Netherhound roared, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. Winds swept across as its fur bristled like steel needles, charging towards Ying’er like a fierce beast ready to devour.
Ying’er perceived the Nine Netherhound’s complexity, transford into a phantom, avoiding direct confrontation, then perford gesture incantations activating the Beast Taming Ring for suppression, as the dagger in her hand broke through the air.
Facing the Spirit Ring that restrained it, the Nine Netherhound’s body seed burdened by an ancient divine mountain, unable to move, resulting in a series of sparks from the dagger’s slash, its black scales torn apart, blood flowing.
"Buzz!"
The Spirit Ring suddenly trembled in this mont, glowing brightly, seemingly using the Nine Netherhound’s blood as a dium to further suppress it.
"Not good!"
Head spinning, blood flowing from seven orifices, Lu Xuanyu seeing this scene was anxious.
"Everyone, reinforce the Great Formation! Use puppets to interfere with the golden giant ring!"
He consud an elixir dicine to stabilize his condition, loudly ordering, knowing that what had the most significant interference impact on the Nine Netherhound was the golden giant ring above.
Then he imdiately activated a Second Rank Top Level Talisman to protect himself, lest he be instantly killed by Ying’er.
After all, with just a single look earlier, he deeply understood the terrifying nature of Nascent Soul Immortals.
The opponent could easily take his life with a casual strike.
"Annoying ants!"
As assassins, under normal circumstances, upon being detected, the move failing, retreat should ensue.
But this mission required capturing the Nine Netherhound alive before her.
If the opportunity were missed, once Lu Changsheng, the Patriarch of Bi Lake Mountain, returned, she would have no chance.
Ying’er imdiately retrieved a Third Rank Talisman from her bosom, infused mana into it, transforming into a sharp blade light asuring a yard long, slashing towards the Nine Netherhound.
Strenuously resisting the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound faced the sudden Third Rank Talisman, forced into passive defense, its black scales shimring, forming a dark light curtain to block the blade light.
However, when faced with Ying’er’s dagger continuing its assault, the body’s light curtain broke again, with blood splattering, amid its pain-filled howl.
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