Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 65 Yin Wolf

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Yin Wolf

Yuel Wushuang had barely stopped speaking when suddenly, luminous green lights began to flare up in the dark forest ahead.

Followed by what seemed like a chain reaction, more and more green lights proliferated, ceaselessly spreading toward the rear.

"Yin... Yin Wolf Group, damn it! Who just said that the Yin Wolves of this forest were nearly extinct?" someone shouted in panic.

"Run! Ah! There are Yin Wolves behind us too, to the left, the right, everywhere! How could this be! The Yin Forest, how could it still have so many Yin Wolves! We’re definitely going to die now!" The crowd instantly descended into chaos, as each adult Yin Wolf was a Third-stage Beast, equivalent to a human Martial Spirit Practitioner’s realm.

From all sides, swarms of Yin Wolves surrounded them, at least two to three hundred in number, equivalent to being encircled by two to three hundred Martial Spirit Realm warriors.

"It seems your concerns weren’t unwarranted; now we really are in trouble," Shi Feng said, turning slightly to address Yuel Wushuang beside him. With a flick of his wrist, the Bloodthirsty Sword appeared in his hand. Turning back, he gazed at the Yin Wolves with their grey-white bodies and wisps of cold grey Yin Qi.

Although each Yin Wolf was only the size of an ordinary wolf, as Third-stage Beasts, nobody dared to underestimate them.

Yuel Wushuang’s slender hand moved lightly, and a jade flute appeared in her grasp.

"Howl!"

"Howl!"

At that moment, the wolf pack began to move, each one baring its ferocious grin, opening wide mouths to reveal two rows of sharp, protruding fangs, and started charging towards the group of martial artists.

"I... I can’t move!" a martial artist on the edge of the crowd shouted in terror. The chilly grey Yin Qi that emanated from the Yin Wolves froze them in place, making their bodies rigid and immobile, slowing even the reflexes of Martial Spirit Practitioners.

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

Screams echoed continuously, as more than a dozen martial artists were pounced upon by the Yin Wolves in the blink of an eye, their ferocious fangs gnashing and mauling. In the face of so many Third-stage Beasts, these martial masters didn’t stand a chance.

"Roar!" A Two-star Martial Spirit still capable of movement though sluggish, swung a two-handed axe engulfed in fiery flames, but still, three Yin Wolves leapt at him, toppling him to the ground. A Yin Wolf opened its jaws wide, biting down onto his neck.

A Martial Spirit champion, fallen!

"It’s too terrifying, these Yin Wolves are too horrific! Death! We’re all going to die here!"

"I don’t want to die! Someone save me! Ah!"

With swift agility, the Yin Wolves knocked down, one after another, martial artists and bit them to death in a blink.

Just then, from the center of the group, an eerie flute music abruptly rose.

The charging Yin Wolves, upon hearing the flute music, seemed to lose all their strength and suddenly fell from midair to the ground, then rolled in apparent agony.

The surrounding Yin Wolves encircling the crowd also suddenly started to act as if poisoned.

"The Moon Fairy, it’s the Moon Fairy who has made her move!" someone in the crowd shouted, their gazes all turning towards Yuel Wushuang.

"Foolish! You’re practically seeking death!" Shi Feng scolded Yuel Wushuang, who was blowing a jade flute: "Burning your Soul Power to suppress so many Yin Wolves will soon leave you soul-drained and dead!"

Shi Feng could sense that Yuel Wushuang had cultivated her Soul Power to Fourth-stage King Level, but the number of Yin Wolves was simply too great. It was impossible for Yuel Wushuang to suppress so many Yin Wolves with Soul Power alone, and burning Soul Power to suppress them was akin to the Sacred Flame burning Lifebound Essence Fire—it would greatly injure and significantly deplete her soul.

Moreover, Yuel Wushuang’s Soul Power was only at Fourth-stage King Rank; suppressing two to three hundred Third-stage Beast Yin Wolves, her Soul Power would soon be exhausted.

"What are you all still looking at! Those who want to live, run!" Shi Feng shouted at the Martial Artists.

"Right, run!"

"Run!"

The Martial Artists came to their senses, scattering like birds and beasts, making use of the wolves being suppressed to display their fastest movement technique, desperately sprinting towards the outskirts of the Yin Forest. In the face of true death, who would care for the beauty of the Moon Fairy, or who would risk their lives for her?

Although a few young Martial Artists looked back at Yuel Wushuang, they ultimately left with expressions of grief and reluctance.

"You should run too, I can’t hold on much longer!" Suddenly, Yuel Wushuang’s voice echoed in Shi Feng’s mind—it was Yuel Wushuang using Soul Power to communicate with Shi Feng.

Shi Feng saw that Yuel Wushuang’s delicate body had begun to tremble slightly, her pretty face also covered in sweat.

Shi Feng shook his head gently and said to Yuel Wushuang, "You’d better rest." After speaking, Shi Feng struck Yuel Wushuang on the back of her head. The melodious sound of the flute came to an abrupt stop, and her delicate body toppled towards the ground. Shi Feng’s left hand extended, catching Yuel Wushuang in his arms.

"Kill!" With a shake of his Blood Sword, Shi Feng, holding the sword in one hand and embracing Yuel Wushuang with the other, charged forward.

As the flute sound ceased, the Yin Wolves, which seemed as if they had been sick, suddenly stood up, their bodies once again emitting a cold, gray aura.

In front of Shi Feng, seven Yin Wolves had just stood up, still not fully recovered from their weakened state, when Shi Feng swung his sword and chopped down. Blood splattered as the seven Yin Wolves were cut in half by Shi Feng.

The Nine Nether Technique was activated, and the Sacred Flame began to absorb; the Power of Death, blood, and Soul Power of the seven Yin Wolves were all absorbed by Shi Feng, their bodies rapidly withering away.

Had anyone been there, they would have seen the chilly gray aura emanating from the bodies of hundreds of Yin Wolves flowing like a river toward the center, and at that converging point was Shi Feng.

The Third-stage Yin Wolf’s greatest attack, the chilling poison gas, which would paralyze any living being upon contact, was now being absorbed by Shi Feng using the Nine Nether Power, then refined inside his body, integrated with the Sacred Flame, and transformed into Nine Nether Power.

Shi Feng absorbed the Yin Wolves’ chilling gray aura, and after refining it in his body, although it was not as much as half the energy of the Dark Evil or Lower Grade Spirit Stone, the most important thing was immunity to the chilling gray aura, making it ineffective, greatly reducing the power of the Yin Wolves.

"Howl!"

"Howl!"

One fierce Yin Wolf after another roared at Shi Feng, followed by tens of Yin Wolves opening their maws wide, from all directions, spewing thick chilling gray breath at Shi Feng like dark gray light beams bombarding him.

Furthermore, dozens of Yin Wolves leaped into the air, their sharp claws extended, pouncing fiercely down at Shi Feng, and on the ground, even more Yin Wolves opened their maws wide, lunging towards Shi Feng.

The dense crowd of Yin Wolves attacked Shi Feng all at once; above, below, left, right, front, and back, from every direction were the assaults of Yin Wolves.

"Nine Nether Technique! Absorb!" Shi Feng let out a low shout, absorbing all the black-gray Yin Qi surging from all directions...