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The Blackwing Wolf King lay sprawled on the ground, its once magnificent fur reduced to ashes by the searing Light Spirit Power. Parts of its skin were severely burned, and at that moment, the Blackwing Wolf King looked at Gu Ping as if he were a bomb, desperately wishing to escape from this powerful human.
Gone was its previous arrogance; it only wanted to survive now, a primal instinct rooted in the laws of the jungle.
The wolf pack, held back by Yoyo, remained silent. Without Ren He, none of them dared to provoke the formidable presence before them. The Blackwing Wolf King had lost, and they knew they could not challenge that powerful individual. The will to continue their assault had vanished.
Gu Ping adjusted the Yin Yang Canopy on his left leg. Having just unleashed a tremendous amount of spiritual energy, he believed many powerful Demon Emperors had sensed that pure force. Especially those strong Demon Spirits of the Light Attribute were particularly sensitive to Gu Ping's pure light power. To those beasts, that energy was like a great tonic; they would undoubtedly come seeking Gu Ping, hoping to devour him.
Approaching the Blackwing Wolf King, Gu Ping took out a piece of Yuchun Bamboo. Although it was only as long as a finger, this Yuchun Bamboo was a sacred healing artifact. Beyond its ability to mend flesh and bone, it contained rich life force capable of reviving someone on the brink of death.
The Blackwing Wolf King gazed at Gu Ping with flickering eyes. As a beast, it had always believed that humans were the most cunning creatures in the world, and this one was accompanied by a fox—two of the most sly beings together could only be more cunning than either alone. Surely this human harbored no good intentions and wouldn’t try to kill it under the guise of help.
That Yuchun Bamboo… I should know its healing properties. If he gives it to me, I could tell him why they are ambushing him tomorrow.
Cunning human… Does he think I would trust him?
The Blackwing Wolf King spoke with difficulty, its heavy breaths punctuated by pain from its severe burns. Its face contorted in agony, yet it did not harbor hatred for Gu Ping; it couldn’t even blame him. After all, hunters were weaker than their prey; if injured, it could only blame itself.
Hearing the Blackwing Wolf King's words, Gu Ping smiled and extended his left leg, summoning Radiant Flame. The flickering Peach Pink Flame appeared before the Blackwing Wolf King like the terrifying fires of the Ninth Underworld, causing it to tremble in fear.
Life or death—I have a choice to make. If I tell him what he wants to know, I might live; if I don’t, I’m surely dead.
Faced with Gu Ping’s threat, the Blackwing Wolf King fell into deep contemplation, weighing the cost of speaking against silence. Nearby, the wolf pack watched anxiously as their leader seemed to be in danger; some restless members wanted to break through Yoyo’s blockade to rescue the Blackwing Wolf King.
As soon as Bu Luo sensed a disturbance within the wolf pack, Yoyo took a gentle step forward. Despite her large fox paws, she stepped softly on the grass without making a sound. With that silent movement, the wolf pack instantly fell silent.
The Wolf King was incapacitated, and his wolves could not come to his aid, so they continued to remain quiet. The Wolf Clan held great respect for strength; the red fox before them, nearly the same size as the Blackwing Wolf King, had already earned the recognition of the Wolf Clan. Yoyo had withstood the siege of the wolves for at least half an hour, while Gu Ping had managed to subdue the Wolf King, showcasing the power of this one human and one fox.
Meanwhile, in the Spirit Beast Clan, Shaya Spirit Monarch had received news that a few days prior, a human had stealthily infiltrated the territory of the Spirit Tribe and abducted the prince of the Shaya Spirit clan, inciting their wrath. Consequently, Buqi had ventured into the Flowing Cloud Realm, and those humans who accidentally entered the Flowing Cloud Realm had not fared well.
Who would be bold enough to secretly abduct the prince of the Spirit Tribe? Did that person even know what kind of cultivation they possessed?
Gu Ping asked as he tossed a piece of Yuchun Bamboo into the mouth of the Blackwing Wolf King. The wolf quickly began to recover at a visible rate after consuming it; in just a few breaths, it was nearly back to normal.
The Wolf Clan had always placed great importance on reputation. If they were untrustworthy, they could not command their pack, nor would any wolves pledge loyalty to the Wolf King. Thus, the Wolf Clan was known as one of the most reputable among beast clans.
It seemed that what humans referred to as Divine Period cultivation was indeed true. The Blackwing Wolf King licked its own wounds that had healed; however, Bu Luo's singed fur would take some time to regrow.
Upon hearing what the Blackwing Wolf King said, Gu Ping couldn't help but gasp. The Spirit Tribe had likely sealed off all routes leading in and out of the Flowing Cloud Realm. Since Shaya Spirit Monarch had issued such an order, it indicated that the human cultivator who stole away with the Demon Prince was far beyond Flowing Cloud Realm, significantly increasing risks for anyone outside it.
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