Hunting Squad

The setting sun on the fifth day dyed Black Wind Valley a bloody hue. Su Yu flicked his wrist, and the Lone Swan Sword flashed a cold glint, felling another Iron Back Wolf.

He precisely flicked out its Beast Core with the sword tip and pocketed it.

Still haven't found it... Su Yu felt the new Spiritual Power within his body, his brow furrowed.

Since stepping into Black Wind Valley two days ago, he had only encountered Level 1 High Rank Yao Beasts like Iron Back Wolves and Earth Splitting Bears, but there was still no sign of the Magic Wind Wolf.

The ancient sword grew slightly warm, transforming another Beast Core into pure Spiritual Power.

Over the past two days, Su Yu had already slain nearly a hundred Yao Beasts, and the more than fifty Level 1 Beast Cores he had collected were all absorbed and transformed by the sword.

Although each Beast Core provided limited Spiritual Power, the accumulation had pushed his cultivation from the early second stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm to the middle stage.

If other disciples knew, they probably wouldn't believe it.

Su Yu mused inwardly.

Ordinary Inner Sect Disciples might struggle for months to advance even a minor realm, yet he had achieved such progress in just two days and was still complaining about it being slow.

If this got out, it would likely attract countless envious and hateful gazes.

He looked up towards the deep valley, a suspicion forming in his mind: Could someone have gotten here first?

He immediately shook his head, dismissing the thought. In such a vast Black Wind Valley, how could there be only one Magic Wind Wolf?

Suddenly, his powerful Spiritual Sense keenly detected movement fifteen feet ahead.

Four Martial Artists... two at the third stage, two at the second.

Su Yu held his breath and focused, sensing carefully. There was also... the aura of a Level 2 Yao Beast!

Could it be... the Magic Wind Wolf?

Su Yu tapped his toes lightly, his body drifting onto an ancient tree like a falling leaf.

Through the dense foliage, the battle unfolding in the valley below was clearly visible--

Four Martial Artists were surrounding and attacking a wolf-shaped Yao Beast that was entirely black.

The Yao Beast was enveloped by swirling green winds, its needle-like fur standing on end. Its eerie green beast eyes flickered with a ferocious light like marsh fire.

It was the Magic Wind Wolf he had been searching for!

The four worked together with remarkable coordination, clearly a professional hunting team:

The leader was a burly man with a dark complexion, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His short hair stood on end like steel needles. His cultivation at the third stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm, combined with a set of defensive martial skills, allowed him to directly contend with the Magic Wind Wolf's attacks.

His robust body bore several claw marks, yet he remained as steady as a rock.

"Chen Mo, attack its spine! That's its weak point!" the dark-faced man boomed.

A plain-looking young man, about twenty-five years old, standing beside him, heard the command. The long sword in his hand suddenly flashed with a cold light.

Spiritual Power from the third stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm surged into the sword, and a fierce Sword Qi shot towards the Magic Wind Wolf's back. "Understood, boss!"

The other two women provided support from the periphery.

One, around twenty-three years old, wore a tight leather armor that accentuated her mature and graceful figure. Her cultivation was at the peak of the second stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm, and the twin blades in her hands danced, creating a shower of silver light.

The other, a sweet-looking girl in her early twenties, showed no hesitation in her attacks. Spiritual Power from the second stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm transformed into streaks of Wind Blades, constantly harassing the Magic Wind Wolf's vision.

"Sister Fei, we finally took down that brute! I'm exhausted!"

The sweet-looking girl cheered joyfully as the Magic Wind Wolf crashed to the ground.

The mature woman addressed as Sister Fei wiped the sweat from her brow, her red lips curving slightly. "Little Yue performed well this time."

The dark-faced man retracted his defensive stance and laughed heartily. "Once we get back and collect our reward, we'll have a good..."

Before he could finish, Su Yu's Spiritual Sense suddenly gave a strong warning!

Within the seemingly dying Magic Wind Wolf, an extremely violent demonic energy was rapidly condensing!

Not good! Su Yu's pupils contracted. That beast is actually brewing a final desperate counterattack!

The Magic Wind Wolf's dying counterattack came suddenly and ferociously.

A trace of madness flashed in its eerie green beast eyes. The green swirling winds around its body suddenly expanded, its needle-like fur bristling on end, and it lunged at the weakest member of the group, the sweet-looking girl, with astonishing speed!

"Little Yue! Run!" Sister Fei's scream pierced the valley.

The twin blades in her hands flew out, but it was ultimately too late.

For the first time, a look of despair appeared on her mature and beautiful face.

Qin Yue stood frozen in place, the increasingly close, ferocious wolf's head reflected in her pupils.

The aura of death washed over her, and she could even smell the foul, hot breath from the Magic Wind Wolf's mouth. Time seemed to freeze at this moment--

Ching!

A streak of purple lightning tore through the air!

A three-foot green sword, enveloped in sharp Sword Qi, pierced the Magic Wind Wolf's throat like a shooting star.

The purple glow dancing on the sword tip mirrored the eerie green marsh fire in the wolf's eyes, forever etching an unforgettable image in the girl's vision.

Thump! The Magic Wind Wolf's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The bloody hole in his throat gushed dark red blood, quickly soaking the ground around it.

Only then did Qin Yue see clearly that her rescuer was a young man in a green shirt she had never met before.

He stood with his back to the sun, his silhouette rimmed with gold, the long sword in his hand still dripping blood.

"Thank... " The young woman was about to speak when she saw the young man turn and leave. His back was as straight as a pine tree, as if he had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.

"Wait!"

Qin Yue finally found her voice, clutched her skirt, and took a few steps after him. "Please wait! Thank you for saving me!"

Her voice echoed through the valley, trembling with the relief of surviving a near-death experience.

The other three finally snapped out of their daze. The burly man with the dark face lunged forward to inspect the Magic Wind Wolf's corpse, while Sister Fei's eyes welled up, her twin blades falling to the ground.

Chen Mo gazed at the departing figure and murmured, "Such a fast sword..."

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

In the direction the young man had left, only a few fallen leaves, stirred up by Sword Qi, were still slowly drifting in the air.