Urban Wolf King

Hearing the white-bearded old man mention an "Undying Body," Wang Yan was slightly taken aback, unable for the moment to understand what he meant.

Disdain immediately flashed in the white-bearded old man's eyes. He lowered his head and shouted at the fifty thousand corpses on the ground, "Why aren't you getting up and continuing to fight for me?"

Right at this moment, a small clump of black mist flew out from the black smoke in the sky above Xianyang City and fell toward those fifty thousand corpses.

Just as it was about to land, that clump of black smoke split into fifty thousand black dots, each one boring into one of the fifty thousand corpses on the ground.

Next, the fifty thousand corpses all leaped up from the ground at the same time and stood up in unison.

After standing up, the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators were all injured to varying degrees, but each of them took out pills and swallowed them. Their wounds immediately healed, their spirits flared bright, and their cultivation was restored.

Seeing this, Wang Yan's expression also hardened, his eyes narrowed as he lifted his head to look at the black smoke above Xianyang City.

If not for that large mass of black smoke flying out just now, followed by the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators reviving...

Wang Yan would not have been able to tell that this smoke was not ordinary black smoke at all, but was actually nothing more than the Yin Souls of the dead.

And that small clump of smoke that flew down just now was precisely the Yin Souls of the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators who had just been killed.

But hadn't the Yin Souls of these fifty thousand Demon Cultivators been sucked into the ground? How did they end up in the sky again?

After a brief thought, Wang Yan's eyes lit up and he immediately looked toward the center of Xianyang City, at that towering mountain that reached into the heavens.

Could the trick be on this mountain?

After these Demon Cultivators' Souls were sucked underground, did they then enter that Heaven-Reaching Giant Peak, and from the black hole at the summit fly back into the sky?

While Wang Yan was pondering, the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators once again flew into the air and charged at him.

Wang Yan pointed at the Chaos Bell, and the Chaos Bell once again emitted wave after wave of ripples, blasting toward the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators.

Just like last time, these fifty thousand Demon Cultivators could not withstand a single strike from the Chaos Bell. They were all killed and fell toward the ground.

This time, Wang Yan's eyes remained fixed on these fifty thousand Demon Cultivators.

He saw that after the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators hit the ground, their Souls flew out from their bodies and were immediately sucked underground, vanishing without a trace.

Yet a moment later, a clump of black mist surged out from the summit of the Heaven-Reaching Giant Peak and merged into the black mist above Xianyang City.

As expected, the black clouds above Xianyang City were indeed composed of Yin Souls.

But then Wang Yan thought of another problem, and his body involuntarily trembled.

If this black smoke was made up of Yin Souls, then the smog in the surface world was also composed of Yin Souls.

And the smog in the surface world was thinner than here, so it seemed it ought to be composed of incomplete Yin Souls.

Incomplete as they were, they still ran counter to Yin and Yang, and that was just as greatly harmful to the human body.

In fact, Wang Yan was not wrong. The smog in the surface world not only harmed people's bodies, it would gradually corrode humanity's limbs and Souls. Given enough time, all humans would become walking corpses.

At this moment, Wang Yan also understood that eradicating the source of the smog was already a matter of utmost urgency.

Otherwise, in no time at all, the Human World on the surface would fall into utter chaos and become Hell on earth.

While Wang Yan was lost in thought, the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators were once again all killed by the Chaos Bell and fell to the ground.

But just like last time, moments later the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators once again stood up and flew into midair.

The white-bearded old man stood there the whole time, watching the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators being killed over and over, his face full of mockery as he said, "Demon Wolf King, I'd like to see how long you can keep killing. Even if you wield a powerful Magical Treasure, you'll exhaust your Power of Demon Patterns sooner or later. When that happens, all you can do is obediently surrender."

Wang Yan only let out a cold laugh and said, "Fine, then I'll break your Undying Body right now."

With that, Wang Yan raised his hand and a black Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his grasp.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man looked as if he had just witnessed the funniest joke in the world. His face took on a sympathetic look as he said, "What shameless boasting. With just that broken spear of yours, you think you can break our Undying Bodies?"

The white-bearded old man didn't believe Wang Yan, and those fifty thousand Demon Cultivators similarly thought Wang Yan was just bragging.

The fifty thousand Demon Cultivators charged over once again, intent on continually draining Wang Yan's Power of Demon Patterns.

This time, however, just as the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators' bodies were falling from midair, Wang Yan flicked his hand and hurled the Soul-Breaking Spear down, stabbing it into the ground.

As the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators' bodies landed and their Souls flew from their bodies, they should have been sucked down into the depths of the earth.

Right then, the black tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear glowed with a faint light and unleashed a powerful suction force.

Before the Demon Cultivators' Souls could be drawn into the ground, they were first sucked into the black spear tip.

Only, the white-bearded old man failed to notice that the Souls' destination had changed. He still stood opposite Wang Yan, his expression frivolous.

Yet a moment later, the white-bearded old man sensed that something was wrong, because the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators who had just died did not fly back again.

The white-bearded old man looked down and saw the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators' corpses still lying on the ground, completely motionless.

At this, the white-bearded old man became slightly flustered and hurriedly shouted, "Bastards, why haven't you resurrected yet?"

No matter how the white-bearded old man roared, the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators did not respond, still lying on the ground.

Only now did the white-bearded old man finally panic, though he had no idea what exactly had happened.

At this time, Wang Yan let out a cold chuckle and said, "So even an Undying Body can die."

The white-bearded old man gnashed his teeth and said, "Don't get cocky."

With that, the white-bearded old man turned his head and shouted toward Xianyang City, "Another fifty thousand Demon Cultivators!"

Hearing the white-bearded old man's order, another fifty thousand Demon Cultivators immediately flew out from within Xianyang and attacked Wang Yan.

These fifty thousand Demon Cultivators were no different from the last batch; as soon as they flew near the Chaos Bell, they were struck by its ripples and fell to the ground.

This time, the white-bearded old man stared fixedly at these fifty thousand Demon Cultivators, his eyes full of anxious uncertainty, terrified of witnessing that same horrific and abnormal scene again.

But the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

After these fifty thousand Demon Cultivators hit the ground, they likewise remained motionless, showing no sign of recovering.

At this point, the white-bearded old man finally understood: the eternal law of Xianyang City's undying defenders had really been overturned by the Demon Wolf King standing before him.

One had to know, this Undying Body had been personally bestowed upon them by Ying Zheng.

Could this Demon Wolf King actually stand against Ying Zheng?

A chill ran through the white-bearded old man in an instant, as if a stream of cold air had shot straight up his spine, making every hair on his body stand on end.

Ever since he'd laid eyes on Wang Yan, his face had been full of contempt, but now that contempt instantly vanished, replaced by fear and panic.

After a slight pause, the white-bearded old man took a step back, then spun around and fled toward Xianyang City.

Wang Yan let out a cold laugh and said, "Trying to run now? It's a little late for that."

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