Thousand-Year Datura Snake, Demon Wolf Infestation

Primary Spirit Ascension Platform.

After absorbing the spirit power, Fang Lin did not linger in place, but continued to advance toward the depths of the forest.

The surrounding trees grew increasingly dense, their interlaced branches and leaves filtering the sunlight into dappled spots that spilled onto the ground.

The further he ventured into the forest, the more vibrant the life force became.

The fluctuations of spirit power permeating the air grew richer, carrying the fresh, slightly bitter scent unique to vegetation, which was refreshing to the senses.

Beneath his feet lay a thick layer of fallen leaves; they crunched with every step, the sound appearing exceptionally clear in the quiet forest.

Fang Lin scanned his surroundings with a vigilant gaze, keeping a constant watch for any spirit beasts that might appear.

He had not walked far when his sight was drawn to a patch of Blue Silver Grass not far away.

A Soft Bone Rabbit with snow-white fur was leisurely nibbling on the Blue Silver Grass.

Its movements were light and elegant, its long ears twitching occasionally, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

"Is this... a Soft Bone Rabbit?"

A trace of excitement flashed in Fang Lin's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Heh heh heh!"

However, just as he prepared to strike, a faint "rustling" sound suddenly drifted from the depths of the forest.

It came from afar and drew near, rapid and dense, as if something were traveling at high speed beneath the layer of fallen leaves.

The bushes swayed violently, and amidst the scattering of withered leaves, a snake-like figure about a meter long lunged suddenly from the shadows.

It was a thousand-year-level Datura Snake.

Its entire body was covered in pink scales as delicate as flower petals, and its pair of vertical pupils were as bright as rubies, glowing with a cold and cunning light.

As it flicked its tongue, it produced a faint hissing sound that made one's scalp tingle.

The Datura Snake moved with astonishing speed, appearing as little more than a streak of pink light.

It opened its massive maw, revealing fangs that glinted with a cold, dark blue light, and swallowed the Soft Bone Rabbit whole before the creature could even react.

The entire process was clean and efficient; from its appearance to the kill, it took no more than two breaths of time.

"Hiss—!"

After swallowing the Soft Bone Rabbit, the Datura Snake did not leave.

It slowly turned its head, its vertical pupils coldly locking onto Fang Lin, its scarlet tongue flickering in the air, and its fangs once again gleaming with a cold, dark blue light.

The next moment, the Datura Snake arched its body and sprang forward, its speed as swift as an arrow released from a bow.

"You beast, you're courting death!"

Seeing this, Fang Lin shouted in a cold voice.

"Power of Metal Spirit!"

Suddenly, golden spears materialized out of thin air, their tips gleaming with a biting, cold light, sharp and menacing.

With a light wave of his hand, the sea of spear shadows shot out like a torrential downpour, tearing through the air with sharp, piercing whistles.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff."

Before the Datura Snake could even let out a hiss, it was pinned to the ground by over a dozen golden spears simultaneously.

Pink snake scales shattered and flew, and scarlet blood gurgled down the shafts of the spears, slowly soaking into the withered yellow leaves as a thick, bloody stench filled the air.

The snake's body twitched violently, its tail lashing out unconsciously, sending fallen leaves flying in every direction.

A moment later, the Datura Snake fell completely still, its entire body dissolving into specks of golden light.

Fang Lin slowly withdrew his hand, and the golden radiance around him dissipated.

Just then, his movements suddenly froze.

Deep within the dense forest, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up.

One by one, Demon Wolves stepped slowly out from the shadows of the trees.

They were black and purple all over, with lithe, long bodies and a cold, sinister air.

Their ears were long and pointed, with pale pink inner sides, and they bore white star-shaped markings on their faces; their pupils were bright red, their gazes sharp and ferocious.

Their primary fur was deep black, interspersed with dark purple patterns, while the fur on their necks and chests was thick and coarse, like natural armor.

Their limbs were long and powerful, their paws white, and their sharp claws rose-colored.

"A pack of Demon Wolves... this is interesting!"

Fang Lin's expression remained calm as information about the spirit beasts before him surfaced in his mind.

This type of spirit beast was known for its brutality and teamwork.

A single one was not terrifying, but when they appeared in a pack, even high-level spirit masters had to be wary.

The Demon Wolves silently fanned out, surrounding Fang Lin from all sides.

They lowered their front limbs, emitting low whimpers from deep within their throats and baring their sharp fangs, while a suffocating killing intent permeated the surroundings.

Inside the Spirit Transmission Pagoda room.

In front of the massive soul guidance screen, the Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff member frowned slightly.

He turned to look at Han Tianyi beside him, "Elder Han, Demon Wolves are appearing in large numbers. Should we remind the young master to come out?"

"No."

Han Tianyi shook his head, his tone flat yet beyond reproach, his gaze remaining fixed on the screen, "This level of difficulty is not enough to stump him."

"Yes."

The Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff member acknowledged the order and looked back at the screen.

Deep in the dense forest, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Awoo--!"

A low, majestic wolf howl echoed through the woods.

A Demon Wolf King, its frame a full size larger than its kin and covered in black and white fur, stepped slowly out from the depths of the forest.

Its gait was composed and domineering; with every step it took, the surrounding Demon Wolves lowered their heads slightly to show submission.

The cultivation of this Demon Wolf King had already reached the thousand-year level, and its entire body radiated a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Those scarlet vertical pupils stared coldly at Fang Lin, a low whine emanating from the depths of its throat.

This was the order for the pack to attack.

Receiving the Wolf King's command, the pack of Demon Wolves instantly grew restless.

The sturdy limbs of the savage wolves kicked hard against the ground, sending rotting leaves and gravel flying in all directions.

They lunged at Fang Lin from all sides like madmen, fangs bared and killing intent surging.

Fang Lin stood his ground, his robes snapping in the gale-force wind rushing toward him.

"Not bad, come then."

A smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes burning with the desire to fight.

"Golden Dragon King, possess."

Fang Lin let out a low shout, and dark golden dragon scales instantly covered his entire body, his pupils transforming into cold, golden slits.

His arms morphed into Golden Dragon Claws, his fingers becoming sharp, peerless dragon talons that glinted with a cold light, as if they could tear through anything.

A terrifying and domineering dragon might permeated the air in an instant.

First Soul Skill: "Golden Dragon Body!"

A deep purple soul ring emerged behind Fang Lin.

Golden light erupted from his body, and he stood like a golden god of war, his aura surging violently.

The first to charge over was a Demon Wolf.

It leaped into the air, its blood-red maw wide open, lunging straight for Fang Lin's neck.

Fang Lin's eyes sharpened; he shifted his body slightly, his Golden Dragon Claw precisely gripping the wolf's head as his five fingers exerted sudden force.

"Crack--"

The sound of shattering bone was clearly audible.

The Demon Wolf didn't even have time to let out a scream before its entire skull was crushed to pieces, blood and bone fragments splattering everywhere.

He tossed the wolf carcass aside, the body slamming into a tree trunk and shaking a shower of dead leaves to the ground.

The scent of blood exploded in the air, but instead of scaring off the pack of Demon Wolves, it only further incited their ferocity.