Blood and vitality continuously gushed from the severed arm of the grey-furred werewolf and the shattered head of the white python.
It all transformed into a physical red mist, surging toward Jiang Ye's body.
Like countless tiny blood serpents, it burrowed into his cracked skin. His wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the throbbing pain in his temples eased slightly.
Opposite him, the white-furred werewolf's expression grew increasingly solemn.
His pupils shrank abruptly, and he directly activated his bloodline to trigger 【Berserk】!
Every strand of his white fur stood on end, his muscles swelled, and a crimson light burst from his blood-red vertical pupils.
Immediately after, he stamped his foot with explosive force.
Boom—!
The ground instantly collapsed into a deep crater, with web-like cracks spreading in all directions.
His body turned into a white afterimage, completely defying physical inertia as he executed a trackless, Z-shaped zig-zag dash through the air.
The white-furred werewolf's speed was more than a notch faster than before!
This was precisely the talent that only the white wolf clan could awaken: 【Moon-Treading Flash Steps】.
Jiang Ye frowned slightly.
He wasn't afraid of enemies with high health and great strength; he could just rely on game mechanics to crush them.
What he feared most were these agile dogs darting around at high speed.
His physical reflexes couldn't keep up with his consciousness, and the consumption of the Grand Achievement 【Killing Sword Intent】 on his divine sense made it impossible for him to maintain high-precision anticipation for long.
Bang—!
Jiang Ye barely blocked the white-furred werewolf's ferocious claw swipe.
But he didn't manage to pull off a perfect block.
A massive force transmitted through the sword blade, sending him flying several meters back.
His feet plowed two deep grooves into the ground before he barely managed to stabilize his stance, but the webbing between his thumb and forefinger was numb, and the blood and qi in his chest boiled.
The white-furred wolf king pressed his advantage relentlessly.
Swoosh—
The afterimage reappeared.
In an instant, he arrived at Jiang Ye's side, his sharp claws thrusting forward, carrying a foul, bloody wind.
Jiang Ye hastily dodged to the side, but he was half a beat too slow in the end, still missing the optimal timing.
Rip—!
The sharp claws tore a massive gash across his abdomen.
Blood splattered, staining his clothes red.
The white-furred wolf king channeled his full strength once more to pursue and finish him off.
At this life-and-death moment.
The voice of the tsundere sword spirit, Qingxuan, rang out in his mind with a hint of uncertainty:
“Perhaps... if you inject that strange energy from earlier into the blade, you can use my 'Suppression' trait.”
Pausing, she added:
“I'm not entirely sure either. After all, this isn't my main body.”
Jiang Ye's brows knit together.
He couldn't afford to care about that now.
He would treat a dead horse as a living one.
After quietly sensing it, a strand of pure, strange energy surged from that "Seven-Color Sword Heart," flowing along his meridians and pouring into the Meteorite Greatsword.
The blood-red greatsword flashed with a green light.
Instantly, the voice of the tsundere sword spirit rang in his ears:
“Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho—”
Jiang Ye's face darkened, and he hurriedly said:
“Stop oh-ing and hurry the hell up!”
“Tch, how rude. You've ruined this princess's good mood.”
Qingxuan muttered in dissatisfaction.
But in the next second.
A majestic power surged from the sword blade, transforming into an invisible pressure that enveloped the surroundings.
The white-furred wolf king, who was lunging forward as a white afterimage, suddenly froze.
He felt as though his body weighed a thousand jun.
He was actually suppressed firmly in place, unable to move even a single step!
Jiang Ye felt as if his body had been completely drained after unleashing this strike.
His legs went soft, and he nearly fell to his knees.
He quickly grabbed a handful of recovery pills from his spatial ring and stuffed them into his mouth like candy.
Qingxuan's anxious voice sounded in his ear:
“Hurry up and hack him to pieces! You're too weak; you won't be able to suppress this stupid dog for long!”
While rushing forward, Jiang Ye grumbled:
“Watch your mouth. Talk if you want, but don't resort to personal attacks.”
Right at this moment.
The grey-furred werewolf, now with only one arm left, pounced forward with a ferocious expression.
He was clearly trying to hold Jiang Ye back and buy time for his companion.
Jiang Ye didn't even bother to turn his head.
He backhanded a 【Sword Cleaving Mountains and Rivers】.
Boom!
The blood-red greatsword, carrying the Grand Achievement level Killing Sword Intent, crashed down on his head.
The grey-furred werewolf's crimson eyes became clear for a brief moment, but it was obviously too late.
Squelch—
The greatsword sliced him directly in two.
The two halves of his corpse slammed onto the ground, blood spraying everywhere.
In an instant, a wave of blood vitality, almost tangible, surged into Jiang Ye's body.
Aided by this feedback of blood vitality, his speed increased by another thirty percent! He left a long trail of blood-red afterimages in his wake.
In the blink of an eye, he closed in on the suppressed white-furred werewolf. Swinging his arm in a wide arc, he was about to smash the ferocious wolf head with all his might.
If this sword landed, the werewolf would be heavily injured even if he didn't die.
Rip—!
A sudden change occurred!
Without any warning, several thick, blood-red roots erupted from the ground!
Jiang Ye reacted extremely fast. With a flick of his blade, he sliced all these tentacles apart with a swoosh.
However, in the next moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth beneath his feet completely boiled as countless blood-red roots frantically burst through the soil!
In just the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ye's limbs were firmly bound.
Even his Meteorite Greatsword was tightly wrapped in place, unable to budge.
No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no use.
“Fuck...” Jiang Ye cursed inwardly.
This thing was way too underhanded!
Even with his divine sense spread out, he couldn't detect even a hint of this damn thing's aura underground! It was as if it had completely merged with the earth!
Seeing that things were going south, the crowd from Sword Peak hastily raised their swords, wanting to rush forward to save him.
But before they could even take a step.
Rip! Rip!
Countless blood-red roots burst from the soil, binding them tightly in the blink of an eye.
By now, the white-furred werewolf had finally broken free from the "Suppression" state.
But he didn't seize the opportunity to pounce and tear into Jiang Ye.
Instead, he respectfully took half a step back, bowing his head and looking with awe toward the ruined walls on the right.
Atop the ruins, that snow-white wolf was walking toward Jiang Ye with elegant steps.
The white wolf walked up to Jiang Ye. Its muzzle parted slightly, emitting a mature, sultry voice that would make countless Valorant players chase after her crying “mommy”:
“Human, you are quite impressive.”
“If the Nine-Aperture Taisui weren't about to mature, we really wouldn't have been able to bind you.”
It looked down from above, sizing up “Bai Zhirou's” gorgeous face, and said faintly:
“Our Young Master's favorite is precisely an exceptionally beautiful genius girl like you. As long as you are willing to cast aside your ridiculous pride, bow your head in submission, and willingly become the Young Master's immortal slave, this seat... can make an exception and spare your life today.”
Its tone was calm, as if stating a simple fact.
Jiang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the white wolf:
“Oh? Able to speak at the Golden Core stage? Your bloodline must be quite high, little doggy.”
Hearing this, the white wolf's fangs bared slightly at the corners of its mouth, and a flash of anger crossed its eyes.
Tap, tap, tap.
A series of hurried footsteps approached from behind.
Zhao Zonghan, who had been cowering the entire time Jiang Ye was fighting, came running over at a brisk pace.
A sycophantic smile was plastered on his face, and his waist was bent so low it practically touched the ground.
“Lord White Wolf.”
As he spoke, he respectfully bowed deeply to the white wolf.
“Zhao Zonghan! You fucking traitor to humanity!!”
Gu Changqing, who was bound tightly like a red zongzi, flew into a rage upon seeing this, his eyes splitting as he cursed loudly.
Zhao Zonghan sneered at this, clicking his tongue as he stood up straight. Tidying his disheveled collar, he calmly paced forward.
“Gu Changqing, save your breath. The cultivation world has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak. The winner takes all, and the loser is always in the wrong.”
“We're all doing this to seek longevity and pursue the Great Dao. Why do you insist on clinging to those ridiculous bottom lines? How can you be so naive?”
With that, he unhurriedly walked up to Jiang Ye, reaching out to gently caress the thick, blood-red root.
His movement was as gentle as if he were stroking a lover's cheek.
Zhao Zonghan's voice was filled with unconcealable pride and morbid fanaticism:
“Do you know what this is? This is the baby we've spent ten long years painstakingly cultivating.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at the color of these roots.”
“It was cultivated by being watered with the blood of countless mortals and cultivators.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly:
“So... that massacre of Baishui Village a few years ago was also your doing?”
Upon hearing those words.
In his mind, Bai Zhirou felt her heart tremble violently.
Baishui Village was precisely her hometown!
A calm smile remained on Zhao Zonghan's face, as if he thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of having victory within his grasp.
He stroked his chin, speaking slowly as if recalling an insignificant trifle:
“Baishui Village? Oh, I remember now.”
“Back then, we had just started cultivating, and our methods weren't refined enough, so we did it rather crudely. We just captured the villagers and fed them directly to it.”
He pointed to the motionless, red-furred villagers around them, like an experienced farmer sharing his “seedling cultivation” tips:
“Look at Daniu Village now. We assimilate them slowly first. This satisfies the daily blood vitality needed by the roots, keeps the 'seedlings' from dying immediately, and conceals our actions. It kills two birds with one stone.”
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