227 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Four
Compassion requires the strength of an indestructible vajra; without it, all is in vain. Stepping on the bones, each step seemed to shake the earth, and the chilling killing intent of death filled the air, instantly enveloping the hearts of the wolves.
The young wolf lord roared, "Who goes there? How dare you act so presumptuously in our demon beast territory? Do you have a death wish?"
He Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze hardening. Tianxia Bachang, with an air of domineering authority, asked, "Where did these skeletons come from?"
The young wolf master laughed, revealing sharp teeth, and mocked, "Those who practice physical training, relying on their copper skin and iron bones, come out to pretend to be righting wrongs. What a joke."
With its copper skin and iron bones, it must taste even more delicious.
As for the delicacies on the ground, they were naturally offered by your human race, along with delicate-skinned women and children—truly delicious!
After saying that, he licked his tongue, as if savoring the memory, his eyes revealing cunning, malice, and ruthlessness.
Disrupt their minds; once their minds are in disarray, that's good! Be angry, be angry, be angry to your heart's content!
The mutual slaughter of compatriots is a true spectacle, quite delightful! When you are filled with impotent rage and yearn for compassion, to act on behalf of Heaven, when your mind is consumed by fury, that is the perfect time to strike.
With a flash of his eyes, he looked at the elders opposite him. At this moment, the elders put aside their own thoughts and looked outward with a unified gaze. Their sinister eyes looked at the stunned newcomer, and a cruel contempt appeared in their hearts. Another arrogant brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
This time next year, I won't even know where your grave is. I'll tear you to pieces, leaving no trace of your bones. Where will you find a place to bury your remains? You people with skin of copper and bones of iron, haven't you had enough yet? The flesh and blood of cultivators are much tastier than tender flesh.
Just thinking about it made his mouth water. Hate it, be angry it, before so many skeletons, quickly lose your mind! The young man who has learned a little skill will be delicious food today.
As the last rays of the setting sun dipped below the mountains, the night wind blew, chillingly cold. There was no anger, nor any maternal instinct; there was only a slight regret at not being able to uncover the person behind the deal.
At this moment, without needing to say more, his own strength quickly condensed into a rope, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed over from a distance of only a few feet and slashed horizontally at the young wolf master.
The cunning look on the wolf's face hadn't disappeared when suddenly, the huge wolf head, as big as two face plates, rolled down like a watermelon.
Wolf blood spurted out, flying three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away. The Grand Elder opposite him couldn't react in time, and instantly his face was covered in wolf blood. Fine drops of blood dripped from his wolf fur, like a fine rain, a vivid and alluring red. His eyes couldn't process what he was seeing; disbelief filled his gaze.
He muttered involuntarily, "How dare you! It's the Demon King's most beloved son! You're courting death! You're starting a war between humans and demons! You're a sinner for all time!"
You, you, if you don't atone with your death, we will surely massacre the human race, and then you will be the sinner of humanity.
The elder was terrified. His heart was pounding, he was filled with fear and dread. He could not believe what he had just witnessed.
This is the Demon King's son! This is a catastrophe! Something terrible is about to happen! All four claws began to tremble slightly. The Demon King's power is terrifying. One can imagine that when the Demon King returns, he will unleash his thunderous wrath.
He would surely massacre the human villages and slaughter them to quell his hatred. But they themselves would likely be doomed, and the enraged demon king would certainly not care about losing one or two elders from his tribe.
In an instant, the thought surged into my mind: 'Kill this person, kill him quickly, otherwise when the Demon King returns, we will all die. Let's all attack together, he's just a tough guy.'
Even if each person only has one wolf hair, they could wear him down to death.
With a "Ah!", another head fell to the ground, the wolf's mouth opening and closing, its sharp teeth still howling loudly.
A flash of light, reflecting the faint glow of the crescent moon, illuminated a string of silver rays, a silver flower appearing in an instant, and with lightning speed, it swept past the long neck.
There was no time to dodge, no thought to hide; in that instant of mental blankness, the path to the mortal world was severed. Intrigues and treachery, grand ambitions and ambitions—all have come to an end today.
Suddenly, a huge wolf, almost as tall as the elder, howled incessantly at the moon. The moonlight cast swaying shadows in the woods, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, making the dark night even more eerie.
A mournful wolf howl shattered the silence of the night, like a crack tearing open the dark background. The sound seemed to be calling to its comrades, "Attack! Attack!"
Then, one wolf after another joined this terrifying chorus, echoing in the night sky like a never-ending death knell, heavily striking He Chen's mind, as if conveying some momentous battle.
From all directions, packs of wolves came in droves, numbering in the tens of thousands, their terrifying howls blotting out the sky and even the moonlight, as darkness descended.
Without hesitation, He Chen stored the two sixth-tier wolf corpses he had just killed into his spatial ring. The surroundings immediately darkened, and a heavy pressure surged in from all directions.
Within a ten-zhang radius, even moonlight could not penetrate. In the vast, black space, a bewitching red aura of blood lingered, and within it, a huge wolf's face could be vaguely discerned.
At this moment, faintly visible on his forehead are three disfiguring scars, extremely grotesque, terrifying at a glance, making one feel very uncomfortable.
On the wolf's face, a wisp of consciousness seemed to flash by, instantly returning to the portrait's appearance. The huge face stared at the person shrouded in darkness, as if eyeing delicious food, motionless, quietly waiting for the moment to ambush.
With the gentleman's knife in hand, the wolf pack seemed to vanish instantly. The space was filled with images of wolves devouring people, swallowing them whole, tearing them apart—a scene too vivid to imagine, yet incredibly lifelike.
These are not fake; they are images that actually happened. They are real, as if one had experienced them firsthand. They are so vivid that they bring tears to one's eyes and cause heartache to one's heart to one's heart. They are meant to incite people to feel anger rising in their hearts, like a volcano, and to make them vow revenge.
When their true energy is exhausted, it will be the time of their death, and the wolf pack will begin their feast!
Inside and outside the great formation, the wolf pack's true energy was being rapidly and recklessly channeled towards the giant totem. Inside, the wolf pack was concealed by the formation and merged into the darkness. The bloodstains left on the ground had now disappeared.
The totem array was rapidly absorbing blood. Not only that, but the trees inside and outside the array began to wither, their branches and leaves falling down, and yellow leaves flying from the mountains. Only humans could appreciate such a beautiful sight.
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