Great Wilderness Demon Lord

The deafening roar sent sparks flying everywhere.

Xiao Yunlan's arm trembled violently, and his hand went numb.

Wugu's strength is far greater than when they fought during the previous night raid!

Moreover, the moves are more violent and chaotic, driven entirely by a savage killing intent, making them even more dangerous.

The two exchanged blows, their blades flashing, and in an instant, they fought more than ten moves.

Xiao Yunlan brought the combat skills bestowed upon him by the Courageous Demon to their fullest potential. His swordsmanship was cunning and sharp, and his movements were unpredictable. He was always able to avoid Wugu's brute force attacks and counterattack at an even faster speed.

However, Wugu, having activated the secret technique, has increased his speed, strength, and reaction to a terrifying level. He can often block or evade Xiao Yunlan's killing moves by the slightest difference and immediately retaliate with an even more ferocious attack.

Xiao Yunlan gradually felt the pressure.

Without using demonic power, relying solely on his own cultivation and combat skills, he found himself somewhat unable to suppress Wugu at this moment.

His opponent's life-or-death fighting style left him feeling constrained.

He narrowly escaped fatal attacks several times, the blade scraping against his armor with a harsh screech, leaving deep marks.

Deep within his dantian, the dormant demonic flames began to stir violently.

The Demon King, driven by an intense thirst for battle and victory, roared and urged him to release his restraints and revel in the thrill of slaughter.

The killing demon shrieked with excitement, drooling over the blood and soul of its powerful enemy, and frantically urging it to unleash its destructive power.

The Demon of Extreme Lust reflects his obsession with "slaying this fiend and stabilizing morale," while the Demon of Indulgence subtly amplifies his desire to control the battle and dominate life and death...

"Use our power! Tear him apart! Devour him!" The temptation of demonic thoughts assaulted his defenses like a tidal wave.

Xiao Yunlan gritted her teeth and persevered.

He didn't want to rely on demonic thoughts; that was a path of no return.

Every use of it erodes one's own will.

He strained his mind, suppressing his impulses with reason, and maneuvered with exquisite combat skills, trying to find a flaw in the Wugu Secret Technique.

However, Wugu's frenzied attacks became increasingly fierce.

He seemed completely oblivious to fatigue and pain, his sword strikes growing heavier with each blow, while the giant wolf beneath him pounced and bit wildly in response.

Xiao Yunlan was a little slow to react, and the blade grazed his left shoulder armor. Although it wasn't a serious injury, it still brought a burning pain and a surge of blood and qi.

"Die!" Wugu seized the opportunity, his eyes flashing with ferocity. His scimitar slashed at an odd angle, aiming for Xiao Yunlan's chest and abdomen from below, while at the same time, the giant wolf's claws swept across his lower body! The attack from above and below sealed off most of his escape space.

In the critical moment, the roar of the demonic thoughts reached its peak, almost breaking through the dam of reason.

A close call!

A resolute glint flashed in Xiao Yunlan's eyes. He no longer forced himself to suppress it.

It's not about succumbing to the temptation of demonic thoughts, but rather... taking control!

With the purest and strongest intention of "must kill Wugu" as the core, actively arouse and guide those four restless demonic thoughts!

The fighting spirit of the Courageous Demon transforms into a boiling torrent of power; the ferocity of the Slaughter Demon condenses into an indestructible sharpness; the obsession of the Emotional Demon endows it with the determination to penetrate all obstacles; and the desire of the Indulgence Demon for control makes this power as easy to control as an extension of one's own arm, precisely concentrated!

The four demonic thoughts, which were different in nature but equally powerful, did not conflict with each other at this moment. Instead, they were forcibly twisted into one by Xiao Yunlan's pure and incomparable will to "annihilate"!

There was no violent outward display, no pervasive aura of evil.

All his power, all his will, all his killing intent were concentrated in the scimitar in his hand.

The blade suddenly turned dark, as if it had absorbed all the light around it, leaving only a solid, chilling shadow.

Time seemed to slow down.

Xiao Yunlan's movements were extremely simple.

He did not dodge the giant wolf's claws, but subtly changed his footing, allowing the wolf's claws to graz his leg, leaving behind a piece of broken armor and bloodstains.

His entire spirit and all his strength were focused on the slashing dagger and the crazed, ferocious face of Wugu behind it.

Then, he swung his sword.

It wasn't a block, it wasn't a parry.

It is to cut.

A dark arc of light, like the deepest rift in the night sky, silently swept across the sky.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

Wugu's seemingly certain strike suddenly froze in mid-air.

The crazed expression on his face froze instantly. In his crimson pupils, the dark arc of light was reflected, and behind the arc of light, Xiao Yunlan's eyes, as cold as an ancient, frozen pool, yet seemingly burning with invisible flames.

An arc of light swept across his body and across the neck of the giant wolf he rode.

puff--

A very faint cutting sound, almost inaudible.

Wugu's movements froze.

He lowered his head, seemingly wanting to look at his knife, or perhaps wanting to look at his own body.

A thin line of blood appeared in the center of his forehead, went straight down, through his nose, lips, jaw, chest, waist and abdomen... all the way to the wolf saddle between his legs.

The giant wolf beneath him remained poised to bite, but its massive head tilted slightly, separating from its neck and rolling to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain from the severed neck.

Immediately afterwards, Wugu's body, along with his heavy armor, was neatly split in two along the bloodline, slowly sliding and separating to the sides.

Internal organs, blood, and broken bones were scattered all over the ground like a violently dismantled doll.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

Whether it was the remaining Wolf Rong soldiers still fighting, the centaur cavalry patrolling the perimeter, or the soldiers of Ice City, everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on that bloody open space.

Xiao Yunlan stood holding his sword, slightly out of breath. Blood seeped from the wound on the outside of his left leg, staining the hem of his tattered armor red.

But he stood ramrod straight, and the blood-stained scimitar in his hand slowly lost its eerie glow, returning to its original metallic color.

He glanced at the gruesome mutilated corpse of Wugu on the ground, and a faint, almost imperceptible, dark red glint appeared deep in his eyes.

Within the dantian, the demonic flames that had just been forcibly twisted and erupted were now slowly subsiding like a satiated beast, but the feeling of swelling and fullness, as well as the sense of entanglement that seemed to have become even closer, were still very clear.

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air tinged with the smell of blood and raised his head.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

The surviving wolf-riding cavalry, witnessing their commander being killed in such a horrific manner, completely shattered their last shred of fighting spirit.

Someone dropped their weapon and cried out in despair. Then, the dozens of surviving Wolf Rong cavalrymen abandoned their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

The ambush at Fengshe Rock ended with the death of Wugu, the commander of the Wolf Rong detachment, and the near annihilation of two hundred elite troops.

Tal rode up to the front, looked at the skeletal corpse on the ground, and then at Xiao Yunlan, whose breathing was still a little erratic but whose eyes had regained their composure. His horse face showed undisguised amazement and a hint of fear: "Captain Xiao, what a skillful maneuver."

Xiao Yunlan's voice was slightly hoarse: "Many thanks to Centurion Tal for his great help. The centaur warriors deserve half the credit for this battle."

He turned to Zhao Meng and Tieshan: "Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and take prisoners. We must act quickly; we must evacuate before dawn."

"Yes!" Zhao Meng and Tieshan responded loudly and immediately led their men into action. Although exhausted, the joy and shock of the great victory filled everyone with strength.

Xiao Yunlan walked to the side, found a clean stone to sit on, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The wound on his leg throbbed with pain, but what made him even more uneasy was the feeling of the four demonic thoughts converging into one strike.

That power... was so strong it was intoxicating, and so dangerous it was terrifying.

He knew that his entanglement with demonic thoughts had deepened once again.

But there's no time to think about it now. The situation in Shuofeng Plain has completely changed. What should be the next step?