An Yi raised an eyebrow, watching the pack of wolf demons closing in on him as he took a slight step back.
"Interesting. You don’t actually expect these second-tier demon beasts to kill me, do you?"
Hearing An Yi’s arrogant tone, the horned man stepped forward, unleashing his full aura—the unmistakable presence of a fourth-tier demon beast.
"A fourth-tier demon beast?"
An Yi’s lips curled in amusement. This was getting interesting.
His ring flashed, transforming into the Dragonfang Demonic Sword in his grip.
With just a glance, An Yi could tell—this one came from the Ancient Continent.
Unlike humans, demon beasts possessed far greater physical strength. Even on Earth, where spiritual energy was thin, their power wasn’t suppressed much.
At most, they couldn’t use the innate spirit arts hidden in their bloodline.
The second-tier wolf demons, their heads crowned with eerie horns, slowly encircled An Yi, tightening their formation to trap him.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Wind Chaos!"
An Yi’s eyes turned icy as he gripped his sword and assumed a drawing stance before striking in a flash!
Swoosh!
Blades of wind infused with sword energy filled the air!
The second-tier wolf demons were instantly swallowed by the storm.
In an instant—
A rain of blood scattered across the sky!
"You—!"
The horned man at the rear, untouched by the Wind Chaos, turned livid at the sight.
As the Wolf King, these were his brothers!
And they had been slaughtered in an instant!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One after another, the wolf demons collapsed.
With just one move, An Yi had wiped out over half of the twenty-odd beasts.
The remaining six or seven were left battered and forced to retreat.
"Kid, you’ve pissed me off."
The horned man glared at An Yi with a chilling gaze. "Let me introduce myself. I am one of the Eight Immortals of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—the Wolf Immortal."
"Another ‘Immortal’?"
An Yi smirked mockingly. "Now that I think about it, a few months ago, I killed some fat old guy. What was his name again? Ah, right—the Gourd Immortal!"
"You’re An Yi?!"
The Wolf Immortal’s eyes burned with murderous intent the moment he heard Gourd Immortal’s name.
An Yi grinned. "Oh? The Wolf Immortal knows me?"
"So it was you who killed Brother Gourd."
The Wolf Immortal’s expression darkened. "Today, I’ll offer your head to his spirit!"
As he spoke, the Wolf Immortal lunged forward, his steel claws aimed straight for An Yi’s face.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three steel needles shot toward the Wolf Immortal from different angles.
He twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging the hidden weapons.
But in that split second, An Yi had already leaped above him—black greatsword in hand!
"Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Dragon’s Descent!"
Flames wreathed An Yi’s body as he brought the heavy blade crashing down.
Boom!
The Wolf Immortal blocked with his claws—
And actually held firm against the strike.
An Yi’s eyes flickered with surprise.
Dragon’s Descent’s power scaled with the height of the fall—the longer the charge, the deadlier the impact.
Though An Yi hadn’t gathered much momentum this time, the force was still considerable.
Yet the Wolf Immortal had blocked it.
Crack!
The deck beneath the Wolf Immortal’s feet shattered, his legs sinking into the wood.
His arms trembled as he let out a deafening roar, mustering all his strength to fling An Yi back.
An Yi landed lightly, sheathing the greatsword and switching back to the Dragonfang Demonic Sword.
He wasn’t skilled with heavy blades—the Dragonfang suited him far better.
"Impressive!"
The Wolf Immortal’s lips curled into a sinister grin.
Then, vines erupted from the ground, coiling around An Yi’s legs.
Clang!
An Yi slashed down with his sword.
But the vines stretched like rubber, completely unharmed.
"A wood-attribute demon beast?"
"These were refined with human blood. The energy of your Earth can’t break them."
The Wolf Immortal smirked before charging again.
At that moment, An Yi took a deep breath—lightning crackling along the Dragonfang’s edge.
The Wolf Immortal scoffed.
Bound hand and foot, this guy was nothing but prey now.
Then, his eyes bulged in shock.
Dark energy surged beneath An Yi’s feet, instantly corroding the vines into dust.
At the same time, An Yi’s sword shot forward like a meteor!
"Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Thunderbolt!"
Sizzle!
The Wolf Immortal’s claws grazed An Yi’s face by a hair’s breadth—
But the Dragonfang had already pierced his chest, blood dripping down the blade.
"Dark spiritual energy… You—you’re from that world too!"
The Wolf Immortal stared at An Yi, equal parts shock and terror dawning in his eyes.
Suddenly, realization struck him. With his last breath, he screamed with all his might: "I know who you are—!"
Roar!
A massive wolf lunged from the side, its maw gaping wide as it swallowed half the Wolf Immortal’s body in one bite.
"An Yi, you okay? Good thing I got here in time!"
Hongtian licked his lips shamelessly after devouring the Wolf Immortal.
His body shimmered, growing half again in size—now a towering three-meter behemoth.
An Yi’s face darkened. "You bastard, I did half the work, and you swoop in for the kill?"
"And where’s the spirit core? That was a fourth-tier demon beast’s core!"
Hongtian puffed out his chest. "I was worried about you! What if he had some last trick up his sleeve?"
"Master, are you alright?"
Fang Jueming rushed over, clutching a cat-eared girl, both covered in blood.
An Yi’s gaze swept over the scene, his voice icy. "What the hell is going on?"
"This morning, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s demons launched a full-scale attack. They descended out of nowhere."
Fang Jueming gritted his teeth. "They’ve started slaughtering everyone here."
He’d tried to save as many as he could, but it was impossible to stop them all.
The demon beasts struck from all directions—in the end, he’d only managed to rescue the cat-eared girl beside him.
An Yi’s expression turned frigid.
Yan Zhi, Qin Yao—they were all on this ship!
Yan Zhi could handle herself, at least. But Qin Yao only had that old geezer, Uncle Fu, protecting her.
A single second-tier wolf demon would be more than enough to finish them.
"Something’s off. Why attack so suddenly?"
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
These people were all high-profile figures from the Southeast Province. At first, the Hundred Ghosts Sect had treated them like prized patrons.
But now, they were massacring them without warning.
"Who cares about that now? Hide—more demon beasts are coming!"
Hongtian sniffed the air, his expression grim.
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