Perhaps persistence pays off.

A sudden commotion, a gust of wind reeking of blood and vital energy, emerged from the vast open surroundings. Accompanied by successive waves of ferocious and wild beastly roars, within an instant, Wang Zhan spotted the source of this uproar.

A pack... a Blood-color Wolf Pack!

"AWOOO!..."

They were seething, howling, and calling. Within a blink of an eye, an innumerable wolf pack had already gathered around Wang Zhan. A closer count revealed over a thousand of them. Each one was larger than a calf, and their eyes were more ferocious than those of a demon.

After a quick assessment of their strength, Wang Zhan quickly realized the overall strength of this wolf pack was mostly General-level or above, with quite a few leader-level presences among them. Therefore, he remained outwardly calm, seemingly indifferent as he met the wolf pack's gaze. Yet, inwardly, he had already tensed his entire body, focusing his mind and contemplating.

This wolf pack... there are more than ten leader-level beasts; their strength is truly incredible! If they were in the Federation, to put it mildly, they could destroy half a city...

Although that night in Jing State, Wang Zhan had also killed dozens of leader-level beasts, he never dared to underestimate these creatures. After all, they had all gained their own intelligence, possessed their own language and methods of communication, and even... inheritance. If it weren't for the fact that the commotion that night was too great, the four Martial Emperors happening to intercept them for a moment, and later, the entirety of Jing State mobilizing, giving the Beast Clan no opportunity to exploit, Jing State would have long been destroyed, without the slightest hesitation. This was the true strength of high-level beasts, not so-called weaklings unworthy of mention.

Before Wang Zhan could remain silent for long, as the endless howls of wolves filled the air, the number of wolves on the scene had grown to nearly three thousand.

A Giant Beast, as large as a Water Buffalo, finally appeared behind all the wolves. Of course, due to its striking appearance, it drew considerable attention. Its body was white as snow, with a crimson mark on its forehead, and its physique was as robust as a Water Buffalo. Wang Zhan certainly recognized this beast at a glance; it was the king of this wolf pack. A cold light instantly glinted in his eyes.

At that very moment, a voice, powerful and sharp as a sword, roared from where the wolf king stood. Like an unexpected shout on a clear day, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, it immediately made the wolf pack restless.

"Audacious human! How dare you trespass on Blood Wolf territory and murder our Blood Wolf clan members! You deserve to die here! All clan members, hear my command: surround and kill him! I want to drink his blood, gnaw his bones, and divide his flesh to appease the spirits of our Ancestors!"

"AWOOO!..."

"AWOOO!..."

"AWOOO!..."

The next moment, thousands of wolves howled in unison, their imposing presence terrifying. Their blood-red pupils glowed, their murderous glint like a flurry of Snow Flowers before Wang Zhan, all reflected in his constricted pupils.

The prototype of a military formation... This wolf pack has been on a battlefield, and they have encountered humans from the Federation!

Wang Zhan's heart instantly sank. He saw this, and naturally, the trouble escalated. These beasts could actually emulate the battle formations of the Human Race. In fact, although he had never underestimated any beast, he hadn't expected their intelligence to reach such an extent. They were completely unlike the cannon fodder he had previously encountered; they were worlds apart.

Let alone the fact that if these beasts learned even a tenth of Human Race battle formation tactics, anyone would find it exceptionally terrifying. Though Wang Zhan feared nothing, seeing the wolf pack before him—which had learned at least half of human discipline—made goosebumps rise on his skin. The pressure was palpable.

However, one must not lose composure even if outmatched. Although Wang Zhan felt the pressure and clearly sensed their killing intent and internal energy, he still smiled, seemingly nonchalant.

"Very good. You've managed to say all the right and wrong things. That mouth of yours is indeed sharp, befitting the name Wolf King. How about I give you a chance? I'll spare your life if you become my mount and join my subordinates."

The Wolf King's eyes instantly turned cold. It had fought for nearly a hundred years, growing the pack from a few dozen wolves to nearly three thousand strong today. Yet this young human dared to make such an audacious demand: that it, the king who had revitalized the wolf pack, serve as a mount. This was a blatant disregard for the entire wolf clan.

How dare he?

"...Kill him!"

AWOOO!

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH…

Sounds of rushing wind and ear-piercing roars accompanied pale, cold-glowing claws and fangs. They danced before Wang Zhan like a grand feast from Death and Hell, intent on burying him completely.

Seeing the giant wolves about to pounce on him in an orderly fashion from all sides—front, back, left, and right—Wang Zhan still smiled nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed. Only, his eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashed within them, and he shouted loudly, "Since you want to kill, then come on! I'll let you kill to your hearts' content..."

At that instant, cries of battle erupted.

Wang Zhan's figure suddenly swayed. His base attributes, already at 6,000 points, propelled his speed to an unprecedented peak. No matter how sharp the wolf pack's attacks were, Wang Zhan, with his agile movements, evaded them all by staying close to their soft underbellies; not a single one landed on him.

He silently prayed in his heart.

"General Outline of the Supreme Pure Thunder!" Show me what you can really do! Don't just be a simple increase in defensive bulk.

Wang Zhan knew that if he lacked effective means to counter the enemy, even with countless unorthodox techniques recorded and Fatal One Slash as his trump card, he would have no chance of survival today!

It was simple: the wolf pack was too numerous, and his elixirs were too few. Even a devastating martial art like Fatal One Slash had its limitations. Therefore, even if it meant resorting to last-minute desperate measures, he had to try.

Simply put, only a large-scale area-of-effect attack, allowing Wang Zhan to launch a massive counter-offensive, would enable him to escape immediately, flee for his life, and find true freedom.

"Rise!"

CRACKLE!

Accompanied by an enraged roar within Wang Zhan's heart, his Essence Energy and mental energy surged within him like a great river, boiling and rushing towards the sea. At the same time, the refined profound meaning of the "Volume on Transforming Illusion into Reality" coursed through Wang Zhan's mind, beginning to take effect in coordination with the "General Outline of the Supreme Pure Thunder."

Although he was dodging desperately on the outside, appearing wretched as his clothes were slashed open in several large gashes in the blink of an eye, the next moment, a suit of azure armor, interspersed with traces of Golden Light, finally materialized on Wang Zhan's body after his fervent summons, tightly guarding his fragile physical body.

CLANG CLANG CLANG...

Like metal striking metal, the armor remained unshaken. The claws and fangs of the giant wolves striking Wang Zhan's armor instantly erupted in a shower of sparks.

Wang Zhan laughed heartily, his heart completely at ease, his confidence surging. "What can you do to me! Wolf King, I told you before, serve as my mount, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, today, I will ensure your Blood Wolf lineage is utterly exterminated! Just like this!"

BOOM!

"Die!"

Wang Zhan swung his arms fiercely. The rhythm, the technique, and the killing intent all surged forth, landing on the two General-level Blood Wolves before him. Accompanied by a dull explosion, the giant wolves burst apart, turning into a mist of blood.

The blood mist rained down, coating Wang Zhan's body, but it was helplessly blocked by the armor, then soaked into his clothes before dripping onto the earth.

"You dare!"

Suddenly, a leader-level beast, witnessing Wang Zhan's brutal actions, roared furiously at the sky. In an instant, it leaped over the encircling wolves, intending to land a vicious blow on Wang Zhan's back.

Wang Zhan shouted sternly, "What wouldn't I dare! Those who want to kill me, come forward! Otherwise, if you just hide in the back and let your young ones be sent to their deaths, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"AWOOO... Die!"

A sharp claw appeared as if from nowhere, once again striking straight for Wang Zhan's back. Wang Zhan acted as if he hadn't seen it, continuing to bombard the giant wolves around him, sending them tumbling and tangling with each other.

Yet, just as this leader-level Blood Wolf's claw touched Wang Zhan's armor, Wang Zhan stomped heavily on the ground. BOOM! A cloud of dust erupted, and countless blades of green grass were turned to mud. A savage grin touched the corners of his mouth. He had actually grabbed the giant wolf's foreleg with his bare hands, yanked it fiercely, and dragged it directly in front of him from the midst of the wolf pack.

"You dare to fight me too? Truly courting death. Fine. I happen to be short a weapon, so I'll use you as a replacement for now!"

The weapon Wang Zhan spoke of wasn't the Liyun Blade on his back. Instead, he smashed a fist directly onto the giant wolf's head, instantly sending it into a dazed stupor. Then, he grabbed it as if it were a strip of cloth and began to swing it around.

"Cloth Stick! Balancing softness with rigidity!"

This martial art from Ancient Times was once again brought to life in the new era by Wang Zhan's hands. Never mind these beasts, who had no knowledge of Earth's Ancient Times or remote antiquity; even among the people in the Federation today, probably no one knew that such a deadly technique—using cloth as a stick—actually existed.

Wherever it went, for a time, no wolf could withstand it.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

A fine leader-level beast, truly treated like a strip of cloth, was pulled taut and straight by Wang Zhan's hands. He then violently and ferociously swung it, sweeping it against the waists of these Blood Wolves; some were even struck directly on the head.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...

A series of booming sounds, and instantly a rain of blood splattered everywhere! Even those said to have hides of bronze and bones of iron but vulnerable waists were all treated the same before Wang Zhan at this moment; there was no difference.

But then, with a WHOOSH...

A powerful roar suddenly erupted from behind Wang Zhan. "I will fight you!"

Seeing Wang Zhan sweep aside nearly two to three hundred giant wolves, more than half of them dying gruesomely, yet he remained unscathed, without even a superficial wound, the Wolf King finally entered the battle.

Fast as the wind, a blurry blood-red shadow—a snow-white figure—launched a surprise attack accompanied by a gust of fetid wind.

Wang Zhan's skin tightened as he sensed the crisis. Not good! he immediately thought.

Immediately thereafter, with a BOOM, a deep pit suddenly appeared where he had stood, half a sturdy wolf paw buried within it.

The Wolf King roared!

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