"Continuing like this, we might encounter even more powerful demon beasts ahead."

Looking at the lush and towering forest in front of him, Qin Yang's eyes revealed a trace of seriousness as he pondered to himself.

However, no matter what, there's no reason for this Werewolf Prince to let him go easily.

Qin Yang and Amos continued their chase and escape for a full hour, leaving dense forests and shrubs behind them.

Swish!

Amos's figure passed through the trees first, and the view ahead expanded into a beautiful grassland with a clear river flowing and fewer trees.

"Damn Huaxia brat."

Amos glanced back, seeing Qin Yang still closely following him, several hundred meters behind, and cursed under his breath.

Boom!

Once out of the dense forest, Amos continued to leap forward.

A few breaths later, Qin Yang's figure emerged from the forest too.

Amos and Qin Yang exited the forest one after the other, their two silhouettes chasing across the grassland.

After advancing several tens of thousands of meters, Qin Yang's brow gradually furrowed.

"It's a bit too quiet here..."

A sudden unease surged in Qin Yang's heart. In such a thriving and beautiful place, demon beasts should inhabit this area; yet, none were visible.

"There might be only one possibility."

A gleam flashed in Qin Yang's eyes.

"That is... this place must be the territory of a powerful demon beast, hence no other demon beasts are seen here."

Thinking of this, Qin Yang's heart raced. If that's the case, then the beast's power might have already reached the Demon General Level!

Earlier, in the dense forest, Qin Yang spotted some Tier Two Peak demon beasts, equivalent to the late stage of the Immortal Master Realm.

This grassland, where even those Tier Two Peak beasts dared not approach, must likely harbor a Demon General Level beast!

A demon beast at the Demon General Level is equivalent to a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, similar to those in the Immortal Spirit Realm.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, only after reaching Foundation Establishment is one considered a true cultivator, whereas those at the Qi Refining Stage and Spirit Condensation Stage are worlds apart from those at Foundation Establishment.

Only upon entering Foundation Establishment can some means wielded by cultivators be truly employed.

Frankly, a hundred late-stage Immortal Master cultivators wouldn't stand a chance against an Immortal Spirit Realm cultivator, barring some array assistance, illustrating the vast disparity, barring some special exceptions.

Just as Qin Yang raised this thought in his mind, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw, several kilometers away, beside the river extending upstream, a lone exotic beast lazily lying by the riverside.

The beast was a leopard-shaped exotic beast, with fur as pure white as snow, appearing incredibly soft. A silver horn slanted upward on its forehead, exuding arrogance.

Noticing this horned leopard-shaped exotic beast, Qin Yang's hair stood on end, involuntarily uttering the creature's name.

"Silver-Horned Maropard!"

Qin Yang's expression changed, halting his pursuit of Amos.

The Silver-Horned Maropard is a demon beast with considerable potential, possessing a trace of ancient Celestial Horse bloodline, renowned for its speed. Several kilometers away, the silver horn atop its head flickered noticeably by the river.

"Indeed, there's a Demon General Level beast here, and it's a Silver-Horned Maropard."

Qin Yang swallowed dryly, his heart and spirit trembling.

Meanwhile, Amos's large wolf body kept leaping forward.

"Fool, you're seeking your own death!"

Seeing the Werewolf Prince Amos racing ahead toward its territory, Qin Yang couldn't hold back.

Sure enough, encountering a wolf demon intruding its domain and approaching its direction, the Silver-Horned Maropard swiftly got up from its lazy posture, its snow-white fur gently moving.

With arrogant and lonely eyes, the Silver-Horned Maropard simply stood there, observing the wolf demon daring to venture into its territory.

At this moment, Amos also noticed the standing Silver-Horned Maropard; a werewolf's instincts telling him this beast is dangerous.

Swish!

Amos's robust wolf body landed on the grass, halting in place.

"Roar~!"

The Silver-Horned Maropard saw the wolf demon intrude the area and let out a roar, cold killing intent flashing through its eyes.

Swish!

The Silver-Horned Maropard's four legs crouched, snow-white fur gently flowing, its form transformed into a white streak, with silver radiance pulsating from its horn as it charged toward Amos.

As the Silver-Horned Maropard surged forward, its limbs almost detached from the ground, covering several hundred meters in just two bounds, nearing Amos.

Amos couldn't possibly turn to flee; moreover, the grassland lacked trees to shelter or evade him.

"God of War, Alrom Protect!"

The overwhelming sense of impending death reddened Amos's eyes, roaring out as he fully activated the War Cloak's defense function.

Buzz~!

The somewhat damaged War Cloak released a thick red light membrane, enveloping the large wolf silhouette, with the fiery shape of a Fire-Horned Rhinoceros atop it.

Boom!

As the red light membrane ascended, the Silver-Horned Maropard, now a white streak, arrived, its silver horn pressing against the red light membrane.

Crunch!

Beneath the silver horn, the thick red light membrane shattered like paper, with the Silver-Horned Maropard relentlessly forging ahead.

Boom!

In the next moment, the Silver-Horned Maropard pierced through Amos's large wolf body, leaving a gaping bloody hole with no internal organs.

Thud~!

The light faded from Amos's eyes, quickly collapsing to the ground with his pierced body and chest, lifeless, blood flowing from the hole, staining the grassland red.

In one move, the Werewolf Prince Amos was slain instantly by the Silver-Horned Maropard!

"Roar~!"

The Silver-Horned Maropard growled lowly, arrogantly glancing at the wolf demon's corpse, then shook its fur.

Under the demonic power, the adhering blood formed into beads and flung off, returning its fur to a pure, snow-white state, devoid of any bloodstains, lightly kicking its fore hoof into the void, restoring its remarkable demeanor.

Moments later, the Silver-Horned Maropard's crystalline eyes turned toward Qin Yang, kilometers away.

"Not good!"

As the Silver-Horned Maropard's gaze landed on him, Qin Yang's hair bristled instantly under a wave of intense danger.

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