Chapter 967: Chapter 238: The Holy Land of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon [Ten Thousand Words]
The Wolf Demon King had no idea what was happening behind; it was just leading a large army, frantically pursuing Fang Che.
Its speed was too fast; once it started to run, it could cover hundreds of miles in an instant, and any sound from behind was drowned out by the wind rushing past its ears.
Fang Che consumed the entire Wolf God Grass in one go, now feeling his body as hard as Divine Attribute Metal, with the Sea of Divine Consciousness like a powerful spring flowing outward, surging new Divine Sense.
His meridians were being fortified repeatedly, becoming more flexible.
With heat rising all over, he felt he had turned into a human-shaped sky-high torch.
Fighting, running, and burning all at once.
He was particularly puzzled by one thing: the Wolf King behind him didn’t seem much stronger than himself, yet he had taken so much medicine that he was nearly exploding, relentlessly charging forward...
Yet the Wolf King and its wolf pack could still keep up with him.
What kind of constitution do they have?
This time, however, the enhancement was tremendous. Fang Che felt his cultivation hadn’t changed, but his flesh, bones, talent, and Divine Soul...
All had improved significantly!
Relatively speaking, Fang Che didn’t wish to increase his cultivation.
This was the shared hope of everyone coming to trial in the Yin Yang Realm.
Because cultivation couldn’t be taken out.
However... Divine Soul, Divine Sense, meridians, flesh, and bone quality... these, the rules didn’t say!
Since it wasn’t mentioned, it could be taken out!
Because... with so many years of clear regulations, you couldn’t just change the rules because someone gained too much this time, right?
So...
Fang Che was extremely satisfied with this round of gains.
Except for growing white hair on his body after eating whatnot, there was nothing he was unhappy with. But... this white hair would soon dissipate.
So... Fang Che was extremely happy and satisfied now.
He unleashed his full speed, striving to escape the pursuit of the Wolf Demon, but soon, his body felt like a furnace, the immense medicinal power setting his Divine Soul ablaze, only knowing to run madly, gaining speed, almost forgetting there was a chase behind.
Because the roars of the wolf demon behind... had disappeared at some point.
Fang Che faintly heard continuous screams behind him, suggesting some slight movement.
Rumbles... akin to an earthquake feeling.
But in the Netherworld, nothing would be surprising if anything ever happened.
So he dashed off like a hurricane.
He hadn’t noticed that within the Divine Sense Space, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon was already gone. Upon entering the Netherworld, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon had been intensely attracted by the Nether Energy and Death Energy here.
It had left the Divine Sense Space long ago.
Behind Fang Che, the Wolf Demon King and its leading wolf pack, burning life and soul powers, ultimately couldn’t sustain for long.
Speed began to fade.
Their physical condition was weakening.
The ground trembled, kicking off a shock akin to boiling water...
Countless white bones rolled up from underground, grabbing the wolves’ limbs...
The wolves struggled fiercely, yet saw nothing, while many trampled each other, colliding amongst themselves.
Screams of agony echoed the sky continually.
A nightmarish massacre unfolded in the darkness.
Countless wolves were ambushed, bodies bleeding profusely.
Anyone who fell would never rise again.
The Wolf Demon King fiercely charged forward but was becoming slower, after all, it was already old.
After ruling the wolf demon pack for so long, it had aged.
Both in strength and sinews, bloodline had degenerated.
It finally heard the mourning of the wolf demons behind.
Also feeling the strange ground beneath.
Moreover, feeling that the human who ate its Wolf God Grass had already gone far, even its sensing was out of reach.
It stopped.
Its eyes showed a desolate expression.
Underfoot, the land rolled over, white bony claws protruded from the ground, the Wolf Demon King stood still.
Allowing the white bone arms to pierce its skin, letting its blood flow out.
The eyes revealed intense regret.
Ruling the wolf demon clan for so many years, it had made them a dominion in ancient times.
But finally today, leading the entire wolf demon clan, collectively toward extinction.
Countless white bone spikes stabbed into its body with dull thuds.
It stood strong.
Unmoving.
The eyes gazed toward an unseen distance, not knowing what it was seeing, what it was thinking.
Bursting blood flowed into the ground, life slowly faded.
Turning into a pile of bones.
The ground trembled, countless skeletons started emerging, gathering on the ground.
Like an endless army assembling here.
Awaiting orders, awaiting battle.
The terrors of this Death Army were evident, as they emerged from the ground; once in motion, they would definitely sweep across the Netherworld like a tide!
At this moment, an eerie presence descended from the sky.
An expansive Soul Body, several dozen meters in length, abruptly appeared high in the air. With a wide-open mouth, it consumed countless death auras, countless soul particles.
The ominous death energy saturating the Netherworld was also consumed.
As the endless death aura was devoured, the newly emerged skeletons on the ground began to react, their pale bones gradually turning ashen, decaying slowly...
Subsequently, one batch after another fell to the ground, turning into bone dust.
The existence in the sky seemed tirelessly absorbing, its body growing ever larger.
