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Before it could even utter a scream, its entire body flew backward like a tattered sack, even faster than it had come, crashing into several black stones behind it and embedding itself deeply into the pile of rocks, never to return.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Guan traded his injuries for others', and with the opportunity created by Su Yuehe, he ruthlessly killed two elite shadow wolves.

However, his crisis was not over. On the main battlefield, the fierce battle between An Changqing and the Shadow Wolf King had reached a fever pitch.

An Changqing was surrounded by golden light, and his swordsmanship was wide and powerful. Every sword strike carried the majestic power of heaven, forcing the Wolf King to temporarily avoid his sharp edge.

However, the Wolf King had indeed reached the threshold of the fourth tier, surpassing An Changqing in speed. The black mist swirling around its body was like a living thing, constantly eroding the golden sword light, and its sharp claws carried a terrifying corrosive force, forcing An Changqing to devote a lot of energy to defense.

His left shoulder had been scratched so deeply that the bone was visible, and blood was seeping out, but he was still breathing steadily and did not seem flustered at all.

The wolf king seemed to have really gotten angry. A cunning glint flashed in its dark golden eyes. It stopped fighting An Changqing head-on and instead leaped backward, howling at the sky.

Amidst the howls, the black mist around it began to gather, and the remaining ordinary shadow wolves in the stone forest surged towards the wolf king like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Stop them!" An Changqing activated his spiritual power, and his longsword burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, transforming into a golden torrent. With a single stroke, he cleaved the ground, dividing the battlefield and preventing the shadow wolves from interfering with his battle with the wolf king.

Su Yuehe tried to use her Word of Power again, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her body swayed and she was clearly too weak to fight anymore. She grabbed a pill and put it in her mouth, but the pill also needed time to be refined, so for the time being, Chen Guan could only take over.

"Leave it to me."

Chen Guan stood in front of Su Yuehe, lowering the coffin for the first time. He looked at Su Yuehe behind him and whispered, "If wolves come, use the coffin as a shield."

Su Yuehe couldn't lift it, but given the size of the coffin, it was enough for the King of Qin to circle around the pillar. Moreover, he couldn't let the coffin go too far away; the time it took to circle the pillar would be enough for him to return to his post.

"and you……"

"Don't worry."

The shadow wolf pounced in the next moment.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Guan's eyes. His black scythe sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound as he met the first shadow wolf that pounced on him. There were no fancy moves, no probing, only the most ferocious slashes.

Long Ao was right; Chen Guan always possessed a ferocity that was uncommon among people his age.

puff!

The blade tore through the fur and cut into the flesh, splattering warm wolf blood all over his face with a foul stench. The shadow wolf howled and rolled away.

But more shadow wolves followed, their scarlet eyes filled with nothing but ferocity; the death of their companions only fueled their even more savage nature.

Chen Guan was caught in a fierce battle.

More than a dozen shadow wolves pounced from all directions, their sharp claws tearing through the air and their fangs gleaming coldly.

The scythe in his hand transformed into a black whirlwind of death, slashing, chopping, sweeping, and parrying, bringing his lifelong skills to their fullest potential.

With each swing, a shadow wolf is injured wherever the scythe passes.

But he wasn't having an easy time either. The Shadow Wolf was incredibly fast and attacked from tricky angles, constantly adding new wounds to his body. The corrosive power of the wolf claws was like a leech, continuously draining his strength.

His combat uniform was torn to shreds, and human blood mixed with wolf blood stained him up like a blood-soaked man.

Pain, numbness, fatigue... a flood of negative sensations assaulted his nerves.

But he did not back down an inch.

Behind him were his weakened companions, and in front of him were a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. One step back meant death. He could be resurrected if he died, but what would happen if Su Yuehe died?

Chen Guan wasn't sure if the world would collapse if the main characters died, but he wouldn't gamble on it.

The swing of the scythe grew heavier and heavier, his breathing became like that of a broken bellows, his vision began to blur, and his ears were filled with the howls and roars of wolves, the sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh, and the heavy pounding of his own heart.

While Chen Guan was parrying an attack from the side, a shadow wolf silently darted out from the shadows beneath his feet, its sharp claws aimed straight for his ankle.

Chen Guan was unable to defend in time and could only move his feet with difficulty, but his calf was still grabbed hard, the skin was torn open and the bone was visible. The pain made him groan and his movements were instantly deformed.

Another shadow wolf seized the opportunity, leaping high from the front, opening its blood-red maw, and biting at his throat.

In the critical moment, Chen Guan almost instinctively held the sickle horizontally in front of him to block the attack.

clang!

The fangs bit into the scythe handle, making a teeth-grinding sound. The enormous impact forced Chen Guan to stagger backward, crashing into the coffin behind him, causing his blood and qi to churn.

More shadow wolves surrounded them, their scarlet eyes flashing with cruel light, as if they could already see the end of this tenacious human being torn to pieces.

Is it no longer possible...?

His strength was almost exhausted, his wounds were burning with pain, and a cold, corrosive sensation was drilling into his bone marrow like a venomous snake. His vision was becoming increasingly blurry, and even the arm that was wielding the scythe began to tremble uncontrollably.

At that moment, under extreme pressure, on the verge of collapse, and stimulated by the life-or-death situation, Chen Guan's spiritual power, which had always been as elusive as a thick fog, and the gray mist accompanying the black iron coffin, suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

It was as if something had been pried open by this desperate situation, creating a tiny crack.

He felt he saw something different.

That was the omnipresent spiritual energy in the surrounding air, the spiritual energy that had previously kept his doors tightly shut.

It was no longer an abstract description in a book, but something real and tangible, existing right before his eyes, like invisible points of light, like flowing streams, filling the space between heaven and earth, and surrounding him.

However, when these spiritual energies approached the coffin, they dissipated rapidly as if encountering a natural enemy, forming a peculiar vacuum zone.

But at this moment, Chen Guan's violently fluctuating gray spiritual power was like a tentacle probing the surface of the water, carefully capturing that faint wisp of spiritual energy.

There was no rejection.

That wisp of spiritual energy seemed to have encountered a similar aura. Unlike the rejection of the black iron coffin, it did not repel this weak spiritual contact. Instead, it showed a very faint resonance.

This faint resonance, like the first spark in the darkness, instantly ignited something long dormant within Chen Guan's body.

Chen Guan felt as if some shackles had broken deep within his mind. The most primal spiritual sense, which had always existed deep within his disguise but had never been activated, belonging to the human body of this world, was forcibly awakened at this moment.

Although faint and immature, like a candle flickering in the wind, it truly exists.

He can now sense spiritual energy.

At the same time, the wisp of spiritual energy that was touched by his gray spiritual energy and resonated slightly was drawn into his body by his spiritual energy.

In an instant, Chen Guan felt as if his spiritual power had been injected with a stimulant. His spirit, which was on the verge of exhaustion and dissipation, suddenly invigorated, and even the pain in his body seemed to be relieved a little.

More importantly, the faint spiritual energy that blended into the gray mist was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, triggering changes in his body.

His body was infused with new vitality, and the chill in his wounds was dispelled by a warm current.