The Spiritual Power Belonging to Chen Guan

It couldn't even let out a single scream before its entire body flew backward like a torn sack, moving even faster than when it had lunged. It smashed through several black rocks behind it, embedding itself deeply into the pile of rubble, completely devoid of life.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Guan traded injuries for injuries. Capitalizing on the opportunity created by Su Yuehe, he fiercely killed two elite shadow wolves.

However, his crisis was not over. On the frontline battlefield, the fierce fight between An Changqing and the Shadow Wolf King had reached a white-hot stage.

An Changqing was shrouded in golden light. His swordplay was sweeping and powerful, with every strike carrying a brilliant, heavenly might that forced the wolf king to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

But the wolf king had, after all, touched the threshold of the fourth tier, surpassing An Changqing in speed. The black mist swirling around it seemed alive, constantly eroding the golden sword light. Its sharp claws carried a terrifying corrosive power, forcing An Changqing to divert a large amount of energy to defend himself.

His left shoulder had already been clawed, leaving a deep wound where the bone was visible. Blood seeped out, but his breathing remained steady, showing no signs of panic.

The wolf king seemed to be truly enraged as well. A hint of cunning flashed in its dark golden eyes. Instead of clashing head-on with An Changqing, it suddenly leaped backward and howled at the sky.

Amidst the howl, the black mist around it began to gather. The remaining ordinary shadow wolves in the stone forest surged toward the wolf king like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Stop them!" An Changqing channeled his spiritual energy. His longsword erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, turning into a golden torrent. With a single strike, he cleaved the ground, dividing the battlefield to prevent those shadow wolves from interfering in his fight with the wolf king.

Su Yuehe forced herself to try and use her word spirit again, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her body swayed unsteadily. She was clearly unable to fight anymore. She grabbed a pill and stuffed it into her mouth, but refining the pill took time. For now, Chen Guan had to step up and hold the line.

"Leave it to me."

Chen Guan stood in front of Su Yuehe, putting down the coffin for the first time. He looked back at Su Yuehe and whispered, "If any wolves come, use the coffin as a shield."

Su Yuehe couldn't lift it, but given the size of the coffin, she could easily use it to play hide-and-seek by circling around it. Moreover, he couldn't go too far from the coffin anyway; the time she spent dodging around it would be enough for him to return and defend her.

"Then what about you..."

"Don't worry."

The next moment, the shadow wolves pounced.

A cold light surged in Chen Guan's eyes. The black scythe in his hand cut through the air with a piercing wind, meeting the first pouncing shadow wolf head-on. There was nothing flashy, no probing—only the most ferocious slash.

Long Ao had not misjudged him; Chen Guan always possessed a ferocity that his peers lacked.

Pfft!

The blade tore through fur and cut into flesh. Warm wolf blood splashed across his face, carrying a foul stench. The shadow wolf howled miserably as it rolled away.

But more shadow wolves followed closely behind. Their scarlet eyes held nothing but brutality; the death of their companion only stimulated their even more vicious nature.

Chen Guan fell into a bitter struggle.

Over a dozen shadow wolves pounced from all directions, their sharp claws tearing through the air and their fangs glinting with a cold light.

The scythe in his hands transformed into a black whirlwind of death. Hacking, chopping, lifting, and sweeping, he utilized everything he had learned in his life to the absolute limit.

With every swing, wherever the scythe passed, a shadow wolf was bound to be injured.

But he wasn't faring much better himself. The shadow wolves were incredibly fast, and their attack angles were tricky. New wounds constantly appeared on his body, and the corrosive power attached to their claws acted like maggots in his bones, continuously draining his stamina.

His combat suit had long been torn to shreds. Human blood mixed with wolf blood, dying him into a bloody figure.

Pain, numbness, exhaustion... all sorts of negative sensations assaulted his nerves like a tidal wave.

But he did not take a single step back.

Behind him was his weak companion, and in front of him was a bloodthirsty pack of wolves. Taking a step back meant death. If he died, he could resurrect, but what would happen if Su Yuehe died?

Chen Guan couldn't be certain if the world would collapse if a member of the protagonist's group died, but he wasn't going to gamble on it.

The swinging of his scythe grew heavier and heavier. His breathing sounded like a broken bellows, his vision began to blur, and his ears were filled with wolf howls, roars, the sound of blades cutting into flesh, and his own heavy heartbeat.

Taking advantage of Chen Guan blocking an attack from the side, a shadow wolf silently darted out from the shadows at his feet, its sharp claws aiming straight for his ankle.

Chen Guan couldn't pull back to defend in time and could only barely shift his feet, but his calf was still viciously clawed. The flesh was torn open to the bone, and the intense pain made him groan as his movements instantly warped.

Another shadow wolf seized the opportunity, leaping high from the front with its bloody maw wide open, aiming to bite his throat.

At this critical juncture, Chen Guan acted almost purely on instinct, holding the scythe horizontally in front of him to block.

Clang!

The fangs bit into the scythe's handle, producing a teeth-grating sound. The massive impact forced Chen Guan to stumble backward repeatedly until he crashed into the coffin behind him, jarring his internal organs.

More shadow wolves surrounded him, cruel light flashing in their scarlet eyes, as if they could already see the outcome of this stubborn human being torn to pieces.

Is this the end...

His stamina was nearly depleted, his wounds burned with pain, and the cold, corrosive sensation drilled into his marrow like a venomous snake. His vision grew increasingly blurry, and even the arm wielding the scythe began to tremble uncontrollably.

Just then, under extreme pressure, at the brink of collapse, and stimulated by the life-and-death crisis, Chen Guan's spiritual energy—which had always been as elusive as thick fog—and the gray mist accompanying the black iron coffin suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

It was as if something had been forcefully pried open by this desperate situation.

He felt as though he saw something different.

It was the spiritual energy in the surrounding air, omnipresent, which had previously kept its doors tightly shut to him.

It was no longer an abstract description in a book, but something real and tangible right before his eyes. Like invisible specks of light, like flowing streams, it filled heaven and earth, lingering around him.

However, when this spiritual energy approached the coffin, it rapidly dissipated as if encountering a natural enemy, forming a peculiar vacuum zone.

But at this moment, Chen Guan's violently fluctuating gray spiritual energy acted like a tentacle dipping into the water, carefully capturing that faint speck of spiritual light.

There was no rejection.

That wisp of spiritual energy seemed to have encountered a homologous aura. It did not repel this faint mental contact like it repelled the black iron coffin; instead, it produced an extremely weak resonance.

It was this faint resonance that, like the first spark in the darkness, instantly ignited something that had long been dormant within Chen Guan's body.

Chen Guan felt as if some shackle deep in his mind had shattered. The most primal spiritual perception—which had always existed deep within this avatar, serving as the foundation of human bodies in this world but had never been activated—was forcibly awakened at this moment.

Although it was weak and immature, like a candle in the wind, it undeniably existed.

He could perceive spiritual energy now.

At the same time, that speck of spiritual light, touched by his gray spiritual energy and producing a faint resonance, actually followed the pull of his mind and slowly flowed into his body.

In an instant, Chen Guan felt as though his mental energy had been injected with a shot of adrenaline. His spirit, previously on the verge of exhaustion and fading away, suddenly rallied. Even the agonizing pain wracking his body seemed to dull just a fraction.

More importantly, the faint trace of spiritual energy merging with the gray mist acted like a drop of water hitting a pot of boiling oil, triggering a profound transformation within his body.

Fresh vitality surged through him, and the biting coldness radiating from his wounds was swiftly banished by a wave of soothing warmth.