Urban Wolf King
Chapter 32 - 32 32 My Nu'Er

32: Chapter 32 My Nu’Er 32: Chapter 32 My Nu’Er Wang Yan stood at the edge of the sea, carrying Ouyang Feiting on his shoulder, watching the yacht drift further and further away, gradually becoming a small black dot.

At this moment, the island’s volcano roared once more like a ferocious beast.

The ground shook violently as fiery lava spewed forth from the summit, flowing down the slopes, continuously engulfing the entire island.

The lush greenery across the island instantly turned into a sea of flames.

Huge trees that required several people to embrace were quickly submerged by the lava, turning to black ash.

The fiery lava relentlessly consumed the giant trees, drawing ever closer to Wang Yan and Feiting.

If they didn’t jump into the sea at this point, both would likely turn to ash just like the trees on the island.

With a leap, Wang Yan ran towards the sea, saying to Ouyang Feiting, “There’s no other way, we’ll have to jump into the ocean now.”

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feiting, who had been obediently sitting on his shoulder, began thrashing about wildly upon hearing his words, screaming, “No, I’m afraid of water, I can’t swim!”

Just like a snake, Ouyang Feiting’s body twisted, trying to slide off Wang Yan’s shoulder.

Wang Yan said angrily, “You’ll get burned by the lava if we don’t get into the sea.”

Ouyang Feiting shouted, “I’d rather be burned to death than go into the water.”

Wang Yan paused for a moment, coming to a halt at the edge of the sea, no longer rushing into the ocean.

Feiting thought that Wang Yan had listened to her, quickly saying, “You escape by yourself, I’ll bury myself in the sand on the beach, maybe I can survive it.”

Wang Yan chuckled bitterly, “I really don’t know what you’re thinking.

Can’t swim, huh?

I have a solution.”

With that said, Wang Yan gripped Ouyang Feiting’s slender waist with both hands, lifted her up, and with a strong movement of his arms, tossed her towards the sea.

Upon hearing Wang Yan claim he had a solution, Ouyang Feiting was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly she flew up, soaring over the ocean.

Feiting immediately cursed, “Wang Yan, you liar, is this your solution?

I’m going to fight you, save me— I can’t swim!”

At that moment, Wang Yan, having thrown Ouyang Feiting, ran back towards the island.

By now, the lava was only about ten meters away from Wang Yan, rushing rapidly forward.

Running back towards the island was purely suicidal for Wang Yan.

He was like a streak of green lightning, rushing to the edge of the forest in an instant.

By this time, nearly the entire forest had been consumed by lava, leaving only a few large trees standing at the edge.

But these remaining trees seemed destined to be engulfed by the surging lava at any moment.

Suspended mid-air, Ouyang Feiting froze, unable to comprehend why Wang Yan was running back.

Did he really have a plan?

At that moment, Wang Yan leapt into the air, kicking one of the remaining large tree trunks.

The gigantic tree, requiring several people to embrace, snapped with a “crack,” breaking at the base and toppling over.

The enormous trunk hit the ground just as the lava surged forward, with a “boom,” setting the trunk ablaze.

In seconds, the entire trunk would be consumed by the flames.

At that moment, Wang Yan landed on the ground, transformed his hands into claws, grasped downwards, digging his fingers into the trunk, lifting it overhead, then turned to run towards the sea.

The trunk was as thick as three people embracing and spanned seven to eight meters in length, yet Wang Yan effortlessly lifted it with one hand.

More astonishingly, the treetop was ablaze like a giant torch, forming a fire dragon trailing behind Wang Yan as he ran.

Behind him, endless lava chased Wang Yan, at this moment, he appeared as if escaping from Hell.

Feiting was already dumbfounded, her body descended, “splash” into the sea.

Simultaneously, Wang Yan also raced back to the seaside, raising his hand to toss the massive trunk.

The huge tree, ablaze with “whoosh,” traced an arc, “splash,” landing in the ocean.

The fire on the treetop extinguished instantly, releasing a puff of white smoke.

The trees branches were charred, leaving only a few bare limbs, yet the trunk remained intact.

The enormous trunk floated on the water like a small boat.

Only then did Feiting understand that Wang Yan had risked his life returning to the island for a reason—he truly meant to save her.

Feiting’s heart suddenly warmed, rising with a strange feeling never before experienced.

At that moment, a wave hit, icy and salty seawater splashed onto Feiting’s face.

Feiting was startled, opened her mouth, swallowing a mouthful of seawater, her body began to sink.

“Help…”

Feiting barely managed to shout one word before the seawater engulfed her completely.

At that moment, Wang Yan leaped over the water like a giant eagle, diving over Feiting, reaching into the ocean to grab her.

At that moment, Feiting wore nothing but undergarments.

Wang Yan, familiar with the situation, slid his hand down Feiting’s smooth back, catching the only strap behind her, lifting her up.

With a “splash,” Feiting was hoisted out of the water by Wang Yan, soaring onto the giant trunk, landing with a thump on the tree.

At that time, Feiting still believed she was submerged in the ocean, continuing to yell, “wow,” her arms wrapped around Wang Yan’s leg.

Then Wang Yan calmly said, “It’s safe now, could you let go of me?”

At this moment, Feiting realized she was indeed rescued, looking down, realizing she was sitting on the tree trunk.

Feiting breathed a sigh of relief, but upon closer inspection, found herself hugging Wang Yan’s leg, her head pressed close to his body.

“Ah—” Feiting exclaimed, retreating swiftly, sitting back in surprise, gazing at Wang Yan with alarm, yelling, “What do you want to do?”

Wang Yan shrugged, saying, “That’s a question for you—who knows what you’re trying to do?”

Hearing this, Feiting realized she had been clinging tightly to his leg, her face reddening, she said no more.

As Wang Yan glanced at Feiting’s upper body, he thought to himself: So the strap I grabbed from Beiming Xue last time was like this, no wonder she got angry, I’ve finally understood today.

But then again, this strap’s design is quite peculiar.

Feiting’s face flushed, suddenly noticing Wang Yan staring intently at her chest area, promptly covering her chest with her arms, snapping, “Pervert, where are you looking?”

By this time, Wang Yan was well aware that demonesses have countless hidden points, touch them, they explode; so best not to touch them.

Hence, Wang Yan only offered a bitter smile, turned around, looking towards the island they had just escaped from.

The entire island was now submerged in lava, with flames burning everywhere, a fiery red landscape as far as the eye could see.

By now, the lava had reached the sea, clashing with the ocean waters.

The seawater splashed onto the lava, instantly solidifying it with a “hissing” sound, and soon a wall-like edge formed along the shore, finally stopping the advancing lava.

Puff after puff of white smoke rose, ascending to the sky, transforming into gray clouds, blocking the blue sky.

Half sea, half fire, the scene before them could only be described as a living Hell.

Seeing this, Feiting couldn’t help but feel frightened; had it not been for Wang Yan, she might have been incinerated by the lava.

Feiting’s heart welled with gratitude, softly whispering, “Thank you!”

Wang Yan glanced sideways at Feiting, a playful thought arose, he smiled, “Nu’Er, is it time to acknowledge me as your master?”