Cracking the Case, Earning Merit, and Rooting Out Evil

Before the words had even faded, the Bloodthirsty Black Wolf, ignored for far too long, finally lost patience.

With a shrill howl, a visible wave of dark-red sound burst from its mouth. Carrying a mind-shaking psychic blow, it swept through the entire temple in an instant!

Demon Art—Blood Wolf Howl!

The few squad members still conscious felt a sharp pain in their heads, as though someone had struck them with a sledgehammer. They clutched their heads, screaming as they collapsed, blood pouring from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths.

Even Wang Sanshui, at the Qi Refining Third Layer, turned deathly pale. His sea of consciousness churned, and he had no strength left to stand.

Yet Chu Bai, at the center of the sound wave, merely had his clothes whipped by the blast. His expression did not change.

Within his sea of consciousness, that wisp of Divine Sense, tenacious as a candle flame, flickered gently and dissolved the psychic blow with ease.

"A mental attack? Showing off an axe before a master carpenter."

Chu Bai sneered inwardly.

When it came to the strength of his Divine Soul, his cultivation of the Keep One Scripture had made it one of his strengths.

The instant the sound wave passed, the black wolf moved.

Rather than pounce and bite, it opened its jaws and spat out a mass of ink-black, corrosive demon fire, cutting off every route of retreat. Then, under the fire's cover, its claws gleamed coldly as it lunged straight for Chu Bai's throat!

The combination was vicious and ruthless. An ordinary cultivator at the Qi Refining Third Layer would have been scrambling just to withstand the sound wave; by now, he could only have closed his eyes and waited to die.

But in Chu Bai's eyes, the world had already changed.