Urban Wolf King

Wang Yan had racked his brains to reach the Underworld in the first place, all for the sake of saving the surface world and finding the true source of the smog that was poisoning humanity.

Yet before he succeeded, his own brother Hu Wei had died a tragic death in the Underworld.

Even if only to make sure Hu Wei hadn't died in vain, Wang Yan had to find the root of the smog, to offer it as a tribute to Hu Wei's soul in heaven.

So the moment he heard that so many Demon Cultivators had seen the smog in Xianyang, Wang Yan immediately decided to rush there at once.

Although Xianyang housed that mysterious Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, who had already reached the Realm of Double Flower, the fighting spirit in Wang Yan's heart had already been ignited.

At this moment, Beiming Xue and Duobao also flew out from Qinrong Palace, excitedly coming to Wang Yan's side.

"Brother Wang Yan, you've reached the cultivation of a Demon God now?" Beiming Xue said, her face full of joy.

Duobao stood behind Beiming Xue, looking at Wang Yan with reverent eyes. Though he didn't say a word, in his mind, towering waves were already surging.

Having roamed the world for many years, Duobao naturally knew what the cultivation of a Demon God meant—this was the legendary realm all Demon Cultivators dreamed of yet could not reach.

The reason Mozi Academy was able to become the leader of Righteous Demon Cultivators was precisely because its dean, Wu Ancestor Li, was said to be infinitely close to the Demon God realm.

Now, Wang Yan was not just infinitely close to the Demon God—he had directly broken through to become a Demon God.

Moreover, Duobao had personally seen the Three-Inch Nascent Soul. Such a wondrous and powerful thing had already exceeded his understanding; only a heaven-defying existence like a Demon God might possess it.

At this moment, Beiming Xue said to Wang Yan, "Brother Wang Yan, are we going to Xianyang now?"

Wang Yan gave a faint smile, a barely noticeable light flashing in his eyes, and replied, "Xianyang is the core of the Great Qin Empire; it definitely won't be as simple as the other thirty-five counties. With just the three of us, it's impossible to take Xianyang City.

Beiming Xue nodded and said, "Then what should we do?"

Wang Yan said, "I need you and Duobao to help me with something."

Hearing that she could help Wang Yan, Beiming Xue nodded again and again.

Wang Yan said, "Right now we're weak and isolated. We need support from Fang Jinchun and the others, but I've just broken through and need to quietly cultivate. So, you and Duobao make a trip, gather Fang Jinchun and the others and bring them here. I'll wait for you here."

Hearing this, Beiming Xue also understood the urgency of the situation. She didn't hesitate; she immediately took Duobao, rose into the air, and left Yingchuan County.

Watching Beiming Xue and Duobao leave, Wang Yan also returned to Qinrong Palace, but he did not sit down to cultivate at all.

Instead, Qinrong Palace rose straight up from the ground and immediately flew toward Xianyang.

It turned out Wang Yan had just been deceiving Beiming Xue and Duobao.

After all, the battle at Xianyang would be incomparably difficult, with life and death unknown. With Hu Wei's death as a warning, Wang Yan would no longer let those closest to him rush into danger so easily.

Moreover, the battle at Xianyang hinged on swift victory. News of his breakthrough to Demon God had yet to reach Xianyang; he was attacking the strong with the weak and only by striking where they least expected could he possibly defeat Ying Zheng.

Thus Qinrong Palace shot forward like lightning, flying straight toward Xianyang.

The Demon Cultivators of Yingchuan County, seeing Wang Yan heading toward Xianyang City, all turned pale with fright.

For thousands of years, no one had ever dared challenge the mighty Ying Zheng.

So all the Demon Cultivators hastily left Yingchuan County, returned to their own clans, and strictly ordered everyone not to go out, hoping to avoid the coming calamity.

But gradually, the news that a second Demon God had appeared in the Great Qin Empire also began to spread.

Driving Qinrong Palace like a slave, Wang Yan sped madly along. After just a single day, a majestic giant city appeared not far ahead.

Though there were still several li of distance, above this giant city one could clearly see a mass of black mist shrouding the entire city.

The moment he saw this black mist, Wang Yan immediately recognized it as the smog he had seen in the surface world.

However, the black mist here was pure black, far denser than the smog of the surface world.

Seeing this, Wang Yan's heart relaxed slightly. After so many bitter battles, he had finally found the source of the smog in the surface world.

Qinrong Palace flew several more li forward and reached the sky above the giant city, hiding within the clouds. From within the palace, Wang Yan looked down at the city below.

He saw that within this giant city there were dozens of peaks of varying heights.

The city was encircled by these peaks, built leaning against the mountains, dwelling by the mountains; the mountains and the city had already fused into one, making it impossible to tell where the city ended and the mountains began.

Especially in the center of the giant city and the surrounding peaks, there was a Giant Peak soaring into the sky like a sharp sword.

At the summit of this shocking Giant Peak, there was a black deep cave, and masses of black smoke were emerging from this cave, pouring into the sky and shrouding the entire city.

Observing the black smoke from close range, he saw that within this mass of black mist, a ghastly and icy energy was continuously emanating.

Through the black smoke, one could see the city walls and the mountain ridges, both packed with vigilant, patrolling Demon Cultivators—almost a post every three steps, a sentry every five—making for extremely tight defenses.

Within the entire city, the auras of nearly hundreds of thousands of Demon Cultivators flickered faintly.

This was precisely Xianyang City.

Seeing this, Wang Yan secretly shook his head. Originally, he had planned to storm into Xianyang City with lightning speed and launch a surprise attack on Ying Zheng.

But now, looking at this city with such strict defenses, slipping in unnoticed would clearly take some work.

At once Wang Yan moved his mind. Qinrong Palace immediately shrank to the size of a mustard seed and turned into a streak of azure light, slipping out of the clouds and quietly flying toward Xianyang City.

Although Wang Yan was deliberately suppressing his Demon God cultivation, even using only the cultivation of the white-bearded old man was no small matter at this point.

Thus, under Wang Yan's control, Qinrong Palace shot down toward Xianyang City like a bolt of lightning, silent and unseen.

The countless Demon Cultivators standing on the city walls did not notice Qinrong Palace above their heads at all.

Qinrong Palace drew closer and closer to Xianyang City; as long as it passed through that black mist, it could easily enter the city.

But just as Qinrong Palace flew close to the black smoke, the black mist suddenly shuddered. Then, within the black smoke, a gigantic hand materialized, and at the same time countless ghostly wails arose, roaring like the wind.

As soon as this giant hand appeared, it reached out to grab Qinrong Palace.

The speed of Qinrong Palace immediately slowed, as if it had fallen into a mire.

The abnormality in the black smoke instantly drew the attention of the Demon Cultivators in the city; they all raised their heads to look at the sky.

Yet even so, they still could not see Qinrong Palace, which had shrunk to the size of a mustard seed.

Wang Yan frowned. He had never expected that this seemingly ordinary black smoke could actually block his Qinrong Palace.

He immediately channeled a strand of Divine Power into Qinrong Palace, and its speed suddenly increased, shooting forward like a bullet, trying to pierce through the giant hand.

However, to Wang Yan's surprise, even with that strand of Divine Power infused, Qinrong Palace still could not penetrate the black smoke.

Moreover, within this giant hand of black smoke, the ghostly wails grew louder and louder, gradually howling like a hurricane.

At the same time, that giant hand slowly closed, about to crush Qinrong Palace in its palm.

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