Lu Ren saw that the Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff had been completely suppressed. Hearing Elder Ming Kun's words, his heart leaped. He sprang forward, turned into a sharp streak of light, and shot toward the depths of the gorge.
The Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff sensed Lu Ren approaching the yin vein. Guessing that he meant to pluck the Profound Yin Coldnether Grass, the beast flew into a rage.
Once the Profound Yin Coldnether Grass was plucked, its cultivation ground would be ruined for good.
"Roar!"
An earth-shaking roar erupted from the Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff. Its thirty-six enormous tails coiled around the chains on every side and strained to snap them.
At that moment, Elder Ming Kun finally struck. Wielding the Purple Firmament Thunder Gold Great Mace, he became a streak of purple lightning that tore across the sky and smashed toward the Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff.
The Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff jerked its head up, and the horn on its forehead collided head-on with the great mace!
Boom!
Terrifying lightning burst forth. The horn on the Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff's forehead snapped clean off, spraying blood everywhere.
A pained whimper escaped the Nether Frost Wolf Mastiff, and its aura weakened sharply.
But Elder Ming Kun was injured by the impact as well. He spat a mouthful of blood. Even wielding a Calamity Soldier, he could barely withstand the beast's strength.
That injury, however, had little effect on Elder Ming Kun.
"A Calamity Soldier really lives up to its name!"
"Calamity Soldiers are too powerful. With one in hand, you're invincible among your peers—you might even defeat someone above your level!"
The cultivators of the Black Nether Race marveled at the sight. At the same time, they felt the pressure on the formation ease considerably.
"Don't let your guard down!