The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

On the cliff face, the wolf king's vertical pupils surged with fury for the first time.

It stopped watching and kicked off the cliff face with all four limbs.

Its massive body, trailing a bluish-black afterimage, tore through the air like a meteorite, hurtling straight toward the coffin.

"I'll do it!"

Long Ao roared, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky, and took the initiative to meet the attack. He would no longer be discouraged; if others were strong, he would strive to become stronger.

An Changqing also realized what was happening, and a chilling sword aura emanated from his sword as he followed.

The two men, one on each side, were locked in combat with the wolf king.

After another fierce battle, Long Ao seized a fleeting opening.

A straight punch, brimming with fighting spirit, landed squarely on the wolf king's abdomen.

The wolf king let out a painful howl and flew backward.

An Changqing's figure appeared behind it like a ghost, and the sword in his hand, though seemingly slow, struck the same spot on the back of the wolf king's neck with perfect precision.

puff.

The sword sank in about an inch.

The wolf king's heavy body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

It twitched twice and then stopped moving.

ended?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The dead wolf king slowly raised its head at an angle that defied physiological norms.

Its vertical pupils looked at An Changqing and Long Ao, and there was no longer any bestiality in them, only human mockery.

With that expression, the wolf king's massive body began to dissolve.

A jet-black demonic power surged wildly from its body.

Its flesh, fur, and bones were rapidly turning into a demonic entity, transforming into a pool of smoldering, black-smoking liquid that was constantly writhing.

Just then, a sharp, piercing electronic notification sound rang in everyone's ears simultaneously, so sharp it hurt their eardrums.

It was an emergency communication from instructor Li Yan.

His voice came through the terminal, and for the first time, he lost his composure, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and urgency.

"All students! Abandon the mission! Retreat immediately! The secret realm has been attacked and is under immediate lockdown! Repeat, this is not a drill!"

Li Yan's voice was deafening, so sharp that it made one's ear bones ache.

"All students! Abandon the mission! Retreat immediately! The secret realm has been attacked and is under immediate lockdown! Repeat, this is not a drill!"

His tone was urgent and solemn.

This was the first time they had heard a different emotion in the tone of this stern-faced instructor.

retreat?

Where to retreat?

An Changqing immediately looked in the direction of the spatial portal he had come from.

But apart from the churning gray fog, there was nothing there.

Li Yan had just finished speaking.

The wolf king, whose massive body had been killed by An Changqing and Long Ao, began to melt.

The pitch-black demonic power surged wildly from its seven orifices.

Flesh, skin, bones—all the substances that make up life are rapidly disintegrating.

In the end, the corpse turned into a pool of bubbling, gelatinous black liquid.

A foul odor, a mixture of blood and rotting grease, filled the air.

The pool of dark liquid gathered into a stream, shooting skyward.

A huge black vortex formed in mid-air.

The vortex spun wildly and began to expand.

"No signal."

Su Yuehe stared at the static-filled screen on her personal terminal; this was something that should never happen under normal circumstances.

An Changqing also raised his terminal, and the result was the same.

All contact with the outside world was completely cut off.

Boom!

The entire space of the secret realm began to tremble violently.

The earth beneath my feet was groaning.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the distant mountain walls.

An invisible barrier, with its clearly visible outline, closed in, completely sealing off the entire valley.

A net stretching to the heavens and the earth.

This place became a huge, isolated prison.

Long Ao's muscles bulged once again.

His gaze was like a sword, locking onto the source of the writhing demonic power, and a low growl like that of a wild beast escaped his throat.

An Changqing's knuckles cracked as he gripped the wooden sword.

He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing, searching for a way out of the predicament.

Amidst the chaos, Chen Guan's movements appeared remarkably clear.

He took a step back, positioning himself perfectly in front of Su Yuehe.

This position also gives him the best view of the entire battlefield, and based on his experience, the enemy will usually attack Su Yuehe first, so he can wait for them to come to him.

In his mind, he tentatively communicated with Baal: "It seems they're after these privileged kids."

"Using a fifth-tier wolf king as a demonic energy bomb and coordinate, and laying such a massive barrier to seal off the entire secret realm, the concentration of demonic energy must be at least at the eighth tier."

"Hehehe..."

Baal's laughter echoed in his mind, full of schadenfreude.

"Eighth rank? Kid, you underestimate the demon race. To be able to manipulate demonic power so skillfully, the person here must hold a high position in the demon race. These little guys are probably going to become some big shot's meal today. Oh, by the way, you are too."

Chen Guan did not respond. At least for now, he had obtained one piece of information: the person who came was above the eighth rank, and normally speaking, he was an existence that was absolutely impossible to deal with.

The ink on the painting that Santai had given him earlier had completely disappeared, so it probably couldn't summon another version of himself anymore.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the ever-expanding black vortex.

Something had happened there, and a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from it.

He wore a black robe embroidered with dark patterns, his face was handsome, and he had an otherworldly, eerie quality. His long, silvery-white hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

Those golden vertical pupils were a replica of the wolf king's eyes, only they looked more human, filled with a haughty indifference.

He was playing with a heart in his hand.

The heart was still beating strongly, one beat at a time.

Judging from its size and the residual demonic energy fluctuations, this is indeed the heart of that wolf king from before.

He stepped out of the vortex and hovered in mid-air.

He didn't speak immediately.

Those golden, vertical pupils scrutinized the four people on the ground from above.

The oppressive force made it difficult to breathe throughout the entire valley.

That gaze was scrutinizing the prey in its cage.

Finally, a smile appeared on his lips.

His voice was warm and pleasant when he spoke.

But the content sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Welcome to my hunting grounds, elites of Huaqing."

The previously retreating pack of Windblade wolves reappeared from the darkness.

Their pupils were no longer eerie green, but crimson, stained with demonic power.

But not a single wolf dared to make a sound.

They prostrated themselves on the ground, offering their most humble submission to the eerie man in the sky.

"Who are you?"

An Changqing stepped forward, his voice tense, his sword pointing directly at his opponent.

The strange-looking man did not answer.

He simply looked down, gazing with interest at the beating heart in his hand.

Then, in front of everyone, he slowly closed his five fingers together.

puff.

A soft sound.

The wolf king's heart was easily crushed between his clenched fingers.

Scalding blood mixed with fragments of demonic power.

A blood-red rain fell in torrents.

A few drops of blood fell on his handsome cheek, and he stuck out his tongue to lick them away.

He licked his lips.

The pair of golden vertical pupils finally moved away from their masterpiece, their gaze sweeping over the four people one by one.

His gaze lingered on Long Ao for a moment, his eyes filled with disdain for brute force.

His gaze swept over Su Yuehe, filled with disregard for the weak.

When he paused on the coffin, his eyebrows twitched, revealing a hint of interest in the coffin.

Finally, his gaze settled on An Changqing.

The curve of his lips deepened, and the malice within them was almost overflowing.

"Let's start with you, student council president."