noffsinger Chapter 66: Fierce Battle in the Wolf Realm, Turbulent Times Unfold, Powerful Enemy Appears Suddenly
Chapter 66: Fierce Battle in the Wolf Realm, Turbulent Times Unfold, Powerful Enemy Appears Suddenly
The dozen or so Black Wind Stronghold henchmen, all at the peak of Qi Refining, were not to be outdone. Some fired arrows, which rained down like locusts, striking the Gale Wolves one after another and causing them to fall to the ground. Others brandished swords and spears, bravely charging forward to engage the Gale Wolves in close combat. Although their strength was inferior to that of Black Tiger and Han Yi, their combined efforts inflicted considerable damage on the Gale Wolves.
The slain Gale Wolves lay scattered on the ground, some with their bodies cut into pieces and their internal organs scattered everywhere, a truly gruesome sight.
Thanks to the valiant efforts of the group, the number of Gale Wolves gradually decreased, but they were all injured to varying degrees. Their clothes were torn by wolf claws, and their bodies were covered in wounds. Blood stained their clothes, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes.
At this moment, a gigantic Gale Wolf King appeared, its eyes flashing with ferocity, and pounced on the group. Han Yi's gaze sharpened, and he dodged the wolf king's attack in a flash. He swung his sword, unleashing a sword aura towards the wolf king.
The wolf king moved with incredible speed, dodging the sword energy and pouncing on Han Yi again. Its figure was like lightning, elusive and unpredictable. Black Tiger roared and swung his spiked club at the wolf king. The club carried immense power, as if it wanted to smash the wolf king into a pulp.
The wolf king nimbly turned to avoid the black tiger's attack, but Han Yi seized the opportunity to stab it in the hind leg. Han Yi's sword struck the wolf king's hind leg with lightning speed. The wolf king howled in pain and launched an even more frenzied attack. It opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp teeth, and bit at Han Yi.
Three Qi Refining Peak Realm subordinates were entangled with the surrounding Gale Wolves, their figures weaving through the pack, their weapons flashing in a dense, impenetrable manner. A dozen or so Qi Refining Great Completion henchmen, slightly weaker, were also fighting desperately, forming a defensive circle and cooperating to resist the Gale Wolves' attacks.
Han Yi and Black Tiger worked in perfect harmony, gradually suppressing the Gale Wolf King. However, the wolf king suddenly howled, and the surrounding Gale Wolves seemed to receive a command, attacking even more fiercely. Han Yi shouted, "This can't go on! Don't hold back anymore, let's all attack with our full strength!" Han Yi's face showed anxiety; he knew he had to find a solution as soon as possible.
Han Yi gripped his sword tightly with both hands, his spiritual power surging wildly within him. He roared, "One sword to shatter a thousand pounds!" The sword's light shone brightly, gathering the power of a thousand pounds. Han Yi swung his sword towards the Wolf King.
At the same time, Black Tiger, not to be outdone, roared, "Black Tiger Roars and Collapses the Heavens!" A surge of violent power erupted from his body, and the spikes of his spiked club gleamed as he smashed towards the Wolf King with earth-shattering force.
Under the combined attack of the two, the Gale Wolf King was instantly killed, and the other Gale Wolves scattered and fled when they saw that their leader was dead.
After successfully killing the Gale Wolf King, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They then began a thorough search of the territory for Blood Dragon Ginseng. After a difficult search, they finally discovered four century-old Blood Dragon Ginseng roots in a very secluded cave. True to his promise, Black Tiger unhesitatingly gave two of the roots to Han Yi.
Just as they were preparing to leave, a group of people suddenly appeared. The leader had a gloomy face, and his eyes revealed a greedy glint.
"Black Tiger, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Blood Dragon Ginseng." Black Tiger's heart tightened upon seeing this. He knew Zhao Lingfeng and his group were not to be trifled with. After a moment's hesitation, he prepared to hand over the Blood Dragon Ginseng and reminded Han Yi to do the same, "Brother, this man, Zhao Lingfeng, has already reached the initial stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Our current strength is enough to deal with a half-step Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, but we have absolutely no chance against him. Let's hand over the Blood Dragon Ginseng to save our lives."
Han Yi stopped him. "Do you think they'll let us go just because we hand over the Blood Dragon Ginseng?" Alarm bells rang in his mind; he knew these people were no good. Even if they handed over the Blood Dragon Ginseng, they wouldn't let them go.
Besides, he was unwilling to simply hand over the Blood Dragon Ginseng he had worked so hard to obtain, so he had no choice but to take a gamble. Han Yi's eyes were like ice as he gripped the Proud Snow Sword tightly, frantically channeling his pure spiritual energy into the blade. His entire body was tense, preparing for the fierce battle that was about to begin.
Zhao Lingfeng's henchmen had already surrounded them, and Han Yi's eyes gleamed with murderous intent. In this situation, he had to strike first. With a flick of his wrist, his sword instantly drew, a flash of cold light followed, and sword energy surged forth. The sword energy, like a surging wave, swept towards the enemy with fierce killing intent. Three Flying Cloud Sect disciples at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining only saw a blur before their eyes, and before they could react, they were instantly pierced by the powerful sword energy, screaming as they collapsed to the ground. After that attack, he didn't stop, unleashing another barrage of sword energy, hundreds of sword energies crisscrossing and instantly killing several more people.
At this moment, the territory of the Gale Wolf King was shrouded in miasma. Dozens of large trees had once stood on the grassland, but during Han Yi's fierce battle with the Gale Wolf pack, these trees had been snapped in two. Now, broken logs lay scattered across the grass, some still emitting wisps of smoke. The pervasive miasma, like an eerie veil, made the entire scene appear sinister and oppressive.
Five Flying Cloud Sect disciples at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining glared at each other. They knew Han Yi was exceptionally strong, and if they didn't defeat him, they would surely be punished by Zhao Lingfeng. Therefore, united in their hatred, they launched an attack on Han Yi. They were all inner disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect, second only to Zhao Lingfeng in strength.
The disciple wielding the crimson spear was named Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, his face contorted with ferocity. With a furious roar, he flicked the spear tip, unleashing a torrent of scorching flames, like a roaring fire dragon. This move, called "Flaming Dragon's Fury Strike," was incredibly powerful. The flames at the spear tip seemed to pulse with life, radiating astonishing heat. The flames appeared capable of incinerating everything in their path, distorting the air in their wake. As Zhao Yan exerted his power, a massive fire dragon-shaped flame surged towards Han Yi, carrying immense impact and destructive force; a hit from it would surely result in severe injury.
Han Yi felt a wave of intense heat wash over him; the fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws, seemed poised to devour him whole. He swiftly channeled his spiritual energy, wielding his sword. Instantly, hundreds of sharp sword energies surged forth like a torrent of sword energy, attacking the massive fire dragon. The sword energy clashed violently with the flames, producing a deafening roar. The powerful impact caused Han Yi's arm to tremble; he felt a sharp, numb ache, but he gritted his teeth, managing to steady himself without retreating a single step. Han Yi secretly rejoiced; thankfully, he had reacted in time, otherwise, he would have been injured by that attack.
Having just dodged the attack, he saw a disciple gripping a silver short sword, a cunning glint in his eyes. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.
Immediately afterwards, he appeared beside Han Yi like a ghost, his hands moving swiftly with his short sword, as fast as lightning.