Mortal: My name is Ma Liang, and I also possess a magic brush.

The Howling Wolf doesn't possess much intelligence.

Ma Liang sighed softly, "Although it doesn't have much intelligence, it's enough as long as it knows where the enemy is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he summoned four defensive talismans from the scroll, affixing two to himself and the remaining two to the Howling Wind Wolf.

After doing all this, he quickly packed up the reel and put it back on his back.

He flipped over and mounted the wolf's back.

He gestured forward with his palm, "Go!"

The Howling Wolf stomped its four hooves on the ground and shot out like a streak of blue lightning.

Caught off guard, Ma Liang nearly fell off the wolf's back. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the fur on the back of its neck to steady himself.

The Howling Moon Wolf galloped forward, startling the weaker monsters in the forest into scattering and fleeing.

However, a few demonic beasts, confident in their own strength, were startled by the speeding figure and immediately roared in anger, giving chase.

Ma Liang glanced at the few demonic beasts chasing closely behind him. Seeing that they could only keep up at a distance and couldn't catch up with the speed of the Howling Moon Wolf, he felt relieved.

Ma Liang's goal for this trip was very clear: to head straight for the second level of the central area of ​​the Bloodstained Forbidden Zone.

He had prepared a large number of miasma-repelling talismans for this trip, so he could take advantage of the miasma to safely search for those high-level spiritual herbs.

As Ma Liang was pondering, a cold light pierced the air, and a flying sword shot out from the dense forest to the side, striking his defensive shield with a "clang" and then being bounced away.

The attacker, seeing his attack miss, was about to unleash his second flying sword when he saw Ma Liang already riding away on his Howling Wind Wolf, disappearing in an instant.

"Why is this kid not playing by the rules!"

He had barely finished uttering those words when he felt a sense of crisis surge up his spine.

He frantically lunged to the side, and almost simultaneously, the spot where he had just been standing exploded, sending rubble and dirt flying everywhere.

He looked up in shock and saw several monstrous beasts baring their fangs and lunging at him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rapidly channeled his magic power, condensing several fireballs which he then hurled, before fleeing for his life without looking back.

After Ma Liang ran far away, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the pursuers and monsters behind him had disappeared.

He didn't dare to delay, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain, and he tugged at the neck of the Howling Wind Wolf.

The wolf immediately understood, changed direction, and sped towards a canyon.

Before they even got close, the sounds of fighting could be heard coming from the direction of the canyon.

Ma Liang showed no intention of lingering, but instead maneuvered the Azure Wolf to the side a short distance, intending to quickly rush over the edge.

As soon as they approached the canyon, they saw five people locked in a fierce battle.

Judging from their attire, three cultivators from Huadaowu were besieging two cultivators from Qingxumen, and the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The two combatants also heard the sound of rushing air and looked in the direction of the sound.

At first, they thought it was a monster charging at them, but when they saw that there was a person sitting on the wolf's back, both sides were startled and immediately retreated to create distance, watching the person warily, afraid that he would take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

And so, the two groups of cultivators watched helplessly as Ma Liang rode the Howling Wind Wolf past them.

As soon as Ma Liang's figure disappeared, a disciple of Huadaowu couldn't contain himself and was about to continue fighting when his companion stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

The disciple of Huadaowu looked at the two people opposite him.

"Fellow Daoists of Qingxu Sect, isn't it a bit too much of a waste for us to fight to the death here over such a low-level spiritual herb?"

Upon hearing this, the two members of the Qingxu Sect subconsciously glanced in the direction Ma Liang had gone, and immediately snapped out of their daze.

One of them clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "What this fellow Daoist says is true."

After they finished speaking, both of them tacitly took a few steps back to create a safe distance.

Immediately afterwards, the two groups of people did not delay any longer and took out their transportation tools, rushing towards the central area, both afraid that Ma Liang would seize the initiative.

Just as Ma Liang rode the Howling Wind Wolf at full speed for a while, a large number of cultivators caught up behind him.

These people were fiercely fighting just moments before, but upon seeing Ma Liang's actions, they all stopped their pointless battle and began chasing after him.

For a time, a bizarre scene appeared in the southern part of the Crimson Forbidden Land.

A lone wolf sped ahead, followed by a group of cultivators who should have been locked in a life-or-death struggle, creating a huge commotion.

What should have been a life-or-death struggle was turned into an absurd marathon by Ma Liang, this oddball.

Just as this large group was rushing forward headlong, a cultivator noticed that none of the low-level demonic beasts lurking around them dared to approach them.

A thought struck him, and while fleeing, he summoned his flying artifact, and with a light touch of his toes, he soared into the air.

The other cultivators, seeing this, belatedly realized what was happening.

At this moment, the pressure emanating from this group of cultivators is far beyond that of ordinary demonic beasts, so why would they need to flee on foot?

Everyone unleashed their magical artifacts and soared into the air, their speed suddenly increasing dramatically. Figures streaked across the sky, quickly overtaking Ma Liang, who was riding a wolf at full speed.

Ma Liang stared blankly at the cultivators who were rushing overhead.

"Why do you have to do it so quickly?"

Ma Liang shouted at the top of his lungs towards the figure in the sky.

The cultivator flying at the very back turned around upon hearing the sound, glanced at the man riding the wolf, and said, "Heh heh, your plan has failed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man transformed into a streak of light and vanished without a trace.

Ma Liang reined in the runaway wolf, which howled and stopped in place.

He lowered his head and stroked the wolf's mane, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

"Let's take it slow. Once those people ahead are both badly wounded, we can catch the mantis stalking the cicada."

Just as Ma Liang was thinking of taking his time walking, the surrounding monsters became unhappy.

Without the oppressive aura of a large number of cultivators, these dormant creatures immediately became active and surrounded Ma Liang.

Ma Liang snorted disdainfully and summoned the scroll behind him.

As the scroll unfurled in mid-air, he had a thought, and with two sharp whistling sounds, two figures darted out of the painting.

One of them was a Mountain-Splitting Bear, a first-tier peak physique as robust as a mountain, its entire body covered in hard black fur, and its paws made a dull sound when they struck the ground.

The other was a shrieking falcon, also a first-tier peak avian demon beast, its wings gleaming with a cold light, circling in mid-air and emitting a piercing cry.

These two newly appeared demonic beasts, along with the gray wolf beneath them, stood side by side, their ferocious aura overwhelming the sky.

To the surrounding low-level demonic beasts, the pressure emanating from these three peak first-tier demonic beasts was even stronger than that of the group of cultivators from before.

Immediately, the low-level demonic beasts that had surrounded them scattered in fear.

Ma Liang chuckled lightly; the current situation was progressing according to his plan.

After walking at a leisurely pace for about an hour, a towering wall appeared ahead, its thick, ancient structure blocking out half the sky.

"We've arrived in the central region."

Below the city wall stood a massive bronze gate, but in front of the gate was a living hell.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and blood soaked the ground.

The group of cultivators eventually broke into a chaotic battle when they stormed through the gate.

At this moment, there are still nearly ten people fighting on the battlefield. They are already bloodthirsty, and the magical weapons in their hands collide, producing dazzling spiritual light. Their roars and the sound of weapons clashing are mixed together.