New Holy Cow Cult

A speck of light drifted over.

[Love Stone: A stone brimming with allure. When used to enhance armor, it improves the armor's appearance and makes others feel more favorably toward the wearer.]

Shit! I forgot I had the Equipment Enhancement System!

Chen Feng slapped his thigh, overcome with regret.

Yellow Hair had punched Joy at a Glance to death, Old Wolf had finished off Ear-Hearing Fury with a Wind Blade, and Body of Sorrow... Chen Feng didn't even know how he'd died.

They stole every last one of my kills!

While Chen Feng was still kicking himself, Nose-Smelled Love died. Old Wolf froze for a moment, then finally broke free of her control and stopped chasing Chen Feng.

"Are you all right?" Chen Feng asked.

"I'm fine."

Old Wolf lowered his head. His skills had been lacking: the enemy had controlled him the moment they clashed. Not only had he failed to help, he had nearly become a burden.

Ashamed, Old Wolf resolved to take down a Dharma Protector and make up for his mistake.

"High Immortal, leave that fat one to me!"

Old Wolf formed a hand seal. Dust Veil blinded Tasting Thought, and Wind Prison trapped him in surging gales. Then Old Wolf drew on all his Yokai Power and fired more than a hundred Wind Blades.

The combination flowed seamlessly, without a wasted motion. Old Wolf had clearly put in countless hours of practice.

For that, he had Erha to thank.

Lately, Old Wolf had watched Erha practice so diligently that he wouldn't even sleep. It had inspired him.

Even a lazy dog like Er Lang can go without sleep.

How can I sleep when I'm only three hundred years old?

Driven by their rivalry, Old Wolf had finally mastered Wind Manipulation.

At that level,