Demon Wolf King, Metal Purge

Demon wolves lunged from every direction, their eyes glowing with a bloodthirsty red light, fangs bared in a hideous, terrifying display.

"Hmph."

Fang Lin let out a cold snort, and his dragon-transformed body suddenly erupted with a terrifying power that made the heart tremble.

Dark golden scales rippled in layers, shimmering with a cold, metallic luster as if he were clad in an indestructible suit of dragon armor.

He moved, transforming into a streak of dark golden light as he charged straight into the pack.

There were no wasted movements, no flashy techniques.

Every strike was clean and decisive; fists, palms, elbows, and knees all landed with lethal precision on the most vulnerable spots of the demon wolves.

Wherever he passed, the demon wolves wailed incessantly as blood sprayed through the air.

One figure after another was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground with shattered bones, unable to ever stand again.

A demon wolf lunged silently from behind, its fangs aiming straight for the nape of his neck.

Fang Lin didn't even turn around; he simply backhanded a claw through its throat in one clean, fluid motion.

Seeing this, another demon wolf seized the opportunity to pounce, biting down hard on his shoulder.

However, a sharp burst of energy erupted from his dark golden scales, instantly shattering the beast's mouthful of fangs.

The demon wolf wailed as it tried to retreat, only for Fang Lin to crush its skull with a single elbow strike.

In mere moments, the earth had been stained a dark, murky red with blood.

The corpses of the demon wolves lay scattered in every direction, carpeting the ground beneath his feet, while the air grew thick with a nauseating, pungent stench of gore.

Fang Lin stood amidst the mountain of corpses, his dragon eyes cold as frost, his killing intent lingering and undissipated, appearing like a frigid god of slaughter who had stepped out from the netherworld.

Spirit Transmission Pagoda room.

In front of a massive soul guidance screen, a Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff member stood frozen, staring dumbfounded at the figure of the youth on the display.

"Elder Han, is this... is this really a one-ring Spirit Master?"

The staff member murmured, his voice trembling as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He had seen many geniuses, but he had never seen a monster like this.

Each of those demon wolves was enough to force a one-ring Spirit Master into a desperate struggle.

Yet in Fang Lin's hands, they were like paper, left without even a sliver of room to resist.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, his gaze deep as an abyss as it rested on Fang Lin on the screen, lost in thought.

Na'er stared blankly at Fang Lin on the screen, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Not knowing what she was thinking, she nearly blurted out, "Big brother... you smell so good!"

The words reached her lips, but Na'er swallowed them back down, her cheeks flushing slightly as her heart rate inexplicably quickened.

She didn't know why, even though the screen was filled with blood and slaughter.

Yet, that dark golden figure held an indescribable attraction in her eyes.

"Oh? Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

The corners of Fang Lin's mouth curled upward, and a flicker of battle intent surged within his dragon eyes.

A violent power surged through his body, and the luster on his dark golden scales grew even deeper.

"Awoo—!"

The thousand-year-level Demon Wolf King threw its head back and howled, the sound shaking the wilderness.

Mourning talent, activated.

For every demon wolf that dies, one's own dual attack power increases by thirty percent.

The corpses of the demon wolves scattered across the ground transformed into streaks of dark purple light, flowing into the king's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

With every streak of light that merged into it, the Demon Wolf King's body expanded, and its aura grew increasingly violent and hideous.

In just a few short breaths, its aura had surged to a heart-stopping level.

The dark purple mist swirling around it had almost solidified.

The Demon Wolf King's pair of blood-red vertical pupils locked onto Fang Lin, filled with rage and killing intent.

It was the gaze of a predator staring at its prey—cold, cruel, and carrying an unquestionable pressure.

"Come."

Fang Lin spoke, his voice calm yet imbued with an unquestionable confidence.

"Golden Dragon Domain!"

"Five Spirits Domain!"

The next moment, the power of two domains unfolded instantly, overlapping heavily to shroud the Demon Wolf King.

Within the domains, golden light filled the space like a vast, boundless sea.

The power of the Five Elements flowed ceaselessly; metal, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwined, generating and restraining one another to form a vast, heart-palpitating pressure.

Two domains echoed each other, the Dragon Domain and the power of the Five Elements merging perfectly to form an absolute domain belonging solely to Fang Lin.

The Demon Wolf King's figure faltered slightly within the domain, an invisible sense of oppression instinctively filling it with fear.

"Power of Metal Spirit—Metal Purge!"

Fang Lin raised his hand in a phantom grasp, and the metal elemental power between heaven and earth converged frantically.

The light grew brighter and more solid.

Finally, it transformed into a dazzling golden blade of light, radiating an incomparably sharp, murderous aura.

"Awoo—!"

Sensing the scent of death, the Demon Wolf King let out a long howl. Its eyes turned blood-red, and a violent aura erupted like a torrential storm.

Dark purple light surged wildly across its entire body as it attempted to break free from the suppression of the dual domains.

"Hand of the Other Shore!"

The Demon Wolf King raised a massive front paw, purple-black light gathering frantically at its claws.

The light grew thicker and deeper, eventually manifesting as a giant dark purple phantom claw that slammed down toward Fang Lin with the momentum to destroy everything in its path.

This was the Demon Wolf King's full-strength strike, fueled by the power of the pack; its might was enough to make an ordinary Spirit Venerable pale.

"Well come!"

Fang Lin said aloud, his eyes burning with fighting spirit as the golden light in his dragon pupils flared.

He slashed the golden blade of light out, and the moment it left his hand, it erupted with blinding golden radiance.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

The golden edge and the dark purple power of death collided, tore at each other, and annihilated one another.

The two forces stalemated in the void for a moment before the golden blade suddenly surged, engulfing the dark purple giant claw with an irresistible force.

"Boom!"

A terrifying ripple of energy spread outward, cracking the ground and sending debris flying wherever it passed.

The Demon Wolf King didn't even have time to scream before it was reduced to ashes in the sweeping golden torrent, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.

Fang Lin's figure slowly emerged.

He stood in the center of the ruins, his dragon scales still gleaming with a cold luster, his body completely unscathed.

Immediately, a massive wave of pure spiritual power surged into his first spirit ring.

The purple light grew increasingly brilliant, showing faint signs of evolving to a deeper level.

Fang Lin deactivated his martial soul possession, the dark golden scales receding like a tide to reveal the young man's handsome face.

He pressed the red switch on his hand, and his figure instantly vanished from the Spirit Ascension Platform.

Spirit Transmission Pagoda room.

With the sound of rotating gears, the metal capsule slid slowly out from deep within the wall.

The cabin door emitted a dull grinding sound as the sealed latches popped open one by one, white mist hissing from the gaps.

The light of the spirit guidance lamps flooded in like a tide, dispelling the endless darkness.

Fang Lin sat up from the metal capsule, the light piercing his eyes. He squinted slightly, instinctively raising a hand to shield them.

"Little Lin, not bad performance."

Han Tianyi walked over and spoke, his tone calm, though a hint of appreciation flashed deep in his eyes.

"Brother, so amazing!"

Na'er's eyes were filled with adoration and joy.

"Mm."

Fang Lin smiled slightly, vaulted out of the metal capsule, and steadied himself.

He stretched his somewhat stiff body, his bones emitting a faint crackling sound.

"Let's go, we're heading back."

Han Tianyi said, turning to walk toward the door with unhurried steps.

"Mm."

Fang Lin and Na'er nodded.

Before Han Tianyi walked out of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda room, he paused slightly.

Without looking back, he instructed, "The records for this Spirit Ascension Platform session were lost due to a system accident."

"Yes, this subordinate understands."

Upon hearing this, the Spirit Transmission Pagoda staff member instantly grasped the deeper meaning in Han Tianyi's words.

He hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "The Spirit Ascension Platform's spirit guidance system suffered a malfunction today; all recorded data has been destroyed and cannot be recovered."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked away.

With that, he took Fang Lin and Na'er and departed.