The giant wolf opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Ye Yiqing, intending to tear him to pieces.
Ye Yiqing, however, remained completely calm.
Just as its jaws were about to touch Ye Yiqing, Ye Yiqing crouched down, narrowly dodging its bite.
Then he slashed out with his sword.
The serrated, semi-circular blade slid smoothly across the giant wolf's chest, leaving a bloody, mangled gash.
The excruciating pain caused the giant wolf to howl in agony, then it angrily swung its massive tail, dragging a thick cloud of mist as it slashed down.
Crouching down, Ye Yiqing saw the menacing tail blade approaching him, and in an instant, he thought of a sword technique to resist it.
Flip the blade upwards, then simultaneously exert force from the waist and arms, the upward slash of the blade colliding with the tail blade.
The moment they collided, the giant wolf felt as if it had struck a spring, dissipating all the force of the attack and sending it flying.
Ye Yiqing did a somersault in the air and landed steadily.
Ye Yiqing raised the blade, intending to unleash a sword aura, but the weakness in his body made him lower the blade again.
With a powerful thrust of his legs, he kicked up the grass and dirt opposite him, and charged toward the giant wolf at incredible speed.
Not to be outdone, the giant wolf roared and, enveloped in smoke, charged towards Ye Yiqing.
Just as the wolf and the man were about to collide, Ye Yiqing suddenly changed his pace, turned his body, and smoothly dodged the giant wolf that was rushing towards him.
Then, a cut was made on the side of the giant wolf.
This location is precisely the spot where Hela created the initial attack.
Ye Yiqing turned to look at the giant wolf, who was staring in pain at its wounds, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
At the same time, blood flowed down his forehead, staining half of his face crimson.
Even though my knife is broken, you've suffered more than one serious injury.
Ye Yiqing's eyes were icy as he pointed the broken knife at the giant wolf.
You're at your last gasp!
The giant wolf crouched down and growled at Ye Yiqing, its eyes filled with rage.
There was also some apprehension.
Ye Yiqing was right; the giant wolf was seriously injured from beginning to end.
So far, the most serious damage the giant wolf has inflicted on Ye Yiqing is breaking his knife in Ye Yiqing.
It no longer dared to underestimate the one-eyed human in front of it.
Seeing that her psychological tactics had worked, Ye Yiqing felt a little relieved.
Staring at the giant wolf that dared not approach easily, Ye Yiqing slowly put down his knife, took a few breaths, but his eyes remained sharp.
Seeing Ye Yiqing put down the knife, the giant wolf couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
But at that moment, Ye Yiqing charged forward again with his knife, giving the giant wolf no time to react.
Ye Yiqing took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of oxygen into his lungs, and gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, ready to kill the giant wolf.
"Wait!" But at this moment, Han Xiaoxiao ran over again, opened her arms, and blocked Ye Yiqing's way.
"That's enough. My brother..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Yiqing turned around and pinned Han Xiaoxiao to the ground.
"Lie still."
He then continued to draw his sword, but in that brief moment, Ye Yiqing had already missed the optimal time to strike.
The giant wolf, shrouded in smoke, opened its blood-red maw once more and lunged at Ye Yiqing.
Ye Yiqing's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly dodged to the side.
But the giant wolf's sharp teeth still gripped Ye Yiqing's left arm.
"Ugh!" Ye Yiqing groaned and hurriedly used the knife in his right hand to slash at the giant wolf's jaw muscles, forcing it to release its grip.
With a push of both legs, he widened the distance.
Ye Yiqing looked at her left hand, which was covered in blood from being bitten, and clenched her teeth.
If Ye Yiqing had been even half a second slower just now, he would have said goodbye to his left hand forever.
Han Xiaoxiao got up from the grass.
Seeing Ye Yiqing's bloodied left hand, he was momentarily panicked.
"Brother, that's enough, stop hitting him! He, he didn't mean it!" Han Xiaoxiao looked at the giant wolf and hurriedly spoke up.
The giant wolf then stretched its jaw.
Feeling the pain from its jaw muscles, the giant wolf's anger and killing intent towards Ye Yiqing intensified, and it completely ignored Han Xiaoxiao.
" Han Xiaoxiao!" Ye Yiqing roared at Han Xiaoxiao with some anger.
That's not your brother! Your brother died a long time ago!
Han Xiaoxiao's body suddenly trembled, and then she shook her head repeatedly, "No, no! My brother is standing right here, perfectly fine!"
He's not dead!
That's an illusion!
Your brother was killed by [ HeLa Cell ] long ago while trying to save you!
The sound, like a bolt of lightning, struck Han Xiaoxiao, leaving her completely stunned.
The giant wolf, completely disregarding everything, charged angrily at Ye Yiqing and began to fight him.
Ye Yiqing held the knife in one hand, struggling to defend himself.
The original advantage has vanished, and now the giant wolf has gained the upper hand.
"Dead..." Han Xiaoxiao slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the two people fighting.
One beautiful memory after another kept flooding into my mind.
"Your mom and dad are gone... Your brother will always take care of you!"
" Xiaoxiao! From today onwards, your brother is Night Star, and no one will bully you anymore."
"Let's go on a picnic, shall we?"
"No, brother isn't dead! He's still here..." Han Xiaoxiao clutched her head, her expression one of extreme anguish.
"Live well..."
Suddenly, her memory froze on a fragment of the memory where her brother threw her far away, then she was swallowed whole by [ HeLa Cell ] and self-destructed.
Han Xiaoxiao froze, and slowly lowered her hands that were tightly clutching her head.
Then he looked at his right hand.
"Yes... I know my brother is dead, so why do I still believe he's alive...?"
A tear slowly slid down her cheek, dripped from the edge of her face, passed through Han Xiaoxiao's right hand, and fell to the ground.
Then she looked at Han Xuan, who was fighting with Ye Yiqing.
A crack appeared in the screen before my eyes, and then it slowly shattered completely.
His right hand disappeared as the image shattered.
Before his eyes, his brother Han Xuan slowly dissipated, revealing the true form of the giant wolf.
Han Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and sighed softly.
An illusion is ultimately just an illusion...
Ye Yiqing gripped the knife in one hand and swiftly unleashed three strikes at the two misty blades hurtling towards him.
The three blades of light, like giant beast claws, shattered the mist blade into mist.
But then the white mist was violently knocked away by the giant wolf's massive body and attacked Ye Yiqing again.
Ye Yiqing's trembling legs pulled back forcefully once more.
A few drops of blood flew out of his hair, then were scattered by the giant wolf.
Ye Yiqing was covered in blood, and his right hand, which was gripping the knife, was trembling uncontrollably.
The images in my eyes began to blur due to lack of oxygen.
Blood kept gushing from the wounds, Xiaoxiao, and Ye Yiqing knew she was nearing her limit.
In the end, I'm just a human who has broken through the Limit Line; my physical abilities are simply not comparable to those of the Variant.
Moreover, due to his injured arm and broken blade, his advantage in attack power has vanished.
It's only a matter of time before they kill him with the giant wolf.
Ye Yiqing unleashed a powerful slash, the jagged blade separating the giant wolf from Ye Yiqing.
Ye Yiqing took a few steps back, creating a distance of about ten meters between himself and the giant wolf.
The giant wolf's gaze suddenly turned somewhat mocking as it looked at Ye Yiqing, who was covered in wounds.
It stood there, staring at him, enjoying Ye Yiqing's desperate expression.
Ye Yiqing gasped for breath and reached out to gently touch his right eye through the blood-stained eye patch.
His hair, which had been tied up, had come loose, and his long black hair covered half of his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.