A Foundation Establishment demon beast!
Wang Yu had barely sensed the giant wolf's terrifying aura before his expression changed drastically. Without another word, he raised his hand and released the black Iron Boat, then leaped aboard with reckless haste.
He formed a hand seal, channeling the dharma power within him into the Iron Boat beneath his feet. The magical artifact trembled slightly, then shot toward the mountain range.
He was not the only one. Within his field of vision, figures rose into the sky from distant stretches of forest in other directions, likewise shooting toward the mountains.
Clearly, the appearance of this Foundation Establishment demon wolf had frightened every sect disciple in the area into a bird startled by the twang of a bowstring.
Almost at the same instant.
The enormous azure wolf swished its two tails behind it. Pale azure spirit inscriptions appeared one after another, gathering in the blink of an eye into a huge diagram of spell spirit markings, densely packed with nearly seventy or eighty symbols.
A hazy azure sphere of light, roughly ten feet in diameter, condensed at the center of the spell pattern diagram.
Whoosh!
The enormous sphere shot forward so swiftly that, after barely two flickers, it caught up to the middle of the fleeing group of disciples.
None of the sect disciples who could enter the Jialan Secret Realm were weak, whether they were demonic cultivators or disciples of the Great Ming Prefecture's four sects. Various spiritual lights flashed around all dozen or so of them at once as they each cast escape techniques, trying to get far away from the enormous sphere.
But the next moment, a thunderous boom rang out.
The enormous sphere exploded, sending densely packed azure Wind Blades sweeping in every direction like a torrential downpour.
Terrified, those