Urban Wolf King

Seeing the white-bearded old man trying to escape, Wang Yan raised his hand and grabbed towards the white-bearded old man in the void.

A giant hand suddenly appeared behind the white-bearded old man, clenched into a fist, and grabbed towards him.

The white-bearded old man suddenly felt the darkness behind him. He hurriedly turned his head and immediately spotted the giant hand.

At that moment, the white-bearded old man was so frightened his soul almost flew away. Although he wanted to take out his magical treasure to resist, the immense pressure from the hand slowed his movements, making it impossible to retrieve it.

The white-bearded old man was amazed. Even if Wang Yan was a High-Tier Demon Venerable with a powerful magical treasure, how could his spell be so formidable?

But there was no time to think, so he gritted his teeth and shouted out loud.

A "bang" was heard, and the white-bearded old man's right arm exploded into a blood mist.

Using the blood mist, the old man's body suddenly flew forward several hundred meters, narrowly escaping the giant hand.

But at that moment, Wang Yan suddenly appeared behind the old man and grabbed at him.

The white-bearded old man sensed Wang Yan behind him, but having just self-detonated his right arm and escaped several hundred meters, he was extremely weak.

Seeing he was just a step away from Xianyang City, he didn't expect to fall into Wang Yan's hands again.

In his despair, the old man caught sight of something beneath Wang Yan's feet, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

From the black smoke under Wang Yan's feet, a giant hand emerged, grabbing for Wang Yan's ankle.

It's like a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The old man excitedly shouted, "Demon Wolf King, you're doomed!"

Wang Yan, of course, was aware of the attack beneath his feet, but, confident in his own cultivation, he disdained the black hand formed by the smoke.

Thus, the hand reaching for the old man didn't stop, and regarding the black hand, Wang Yan just lightly lifted his foot and stomped down gently.

Even though it was a light stomp, Wang Yan believed that even a Great Perfection Demon Venerable couldn't withstand it.

Indeed, Wang Yan's foot immediately smashed the black hand into black smoke.

But unexpectedly, although the black hand was shattered, the smoke reconvened again into a black hand that suddenly clutched Wang Yan's ankle.

Seeing Wang Yan's ankle caught, the old man's face showed delight.

He knew very well what the consequences would be after being caught by the black smoke-formed giant hand.

So he stopped fleeing and, with a sinister smile, turned back towards Wang Yan.

Raising his only remaining left arm, the old man punched Wang Yan.

Once caught by the black hand, Wang Yan felt bone-chilling cold all over, and countless wailing and howling sounds filled his mind as if it was about to explode, rendering his body immobile.

Though he saw the punch coming from the old man, he was defenseless, just moments from being hit.

At that moment, Wang Yan's Nascent Soul suddenly opened its eyes, staring at the black hand beneath.

With the Nascent Soul's eyes open, Wang Yan saw that it wasn't black smoke gripping his ankle but ferocious ghosts.

Moreover, these ghosts were crawling into his body through his ankle, rushing into his mind.

That's why his mind felt like it was exploding.

But as the Nascent Soul opened its eyes, the invading Yin Souls melted away like snow under scorching sun.

The Nascent Soul looked down again, and the black hand clutching Wang Yan's ankle retreated like a receding tide.

Wang Yan's predicament was resolved instantly.

Meanwhile, as the old man was about to attack Wang Yan, Wang Yan used the moment of clarity from the Nascent Soul's eye-opening to grab the old man's wrist.

The old man, shocked and disbelieving, looked up at Wang Yan and said, "You...how can you still move?"

Wang Yan didn't answer; he merely frowned and swung his right hand outward.

The old man was tossed away like a ball, but only his body went flying—his left arm remained in Wang Yan's hand.

The old man screamed in agony like a slaughtered pig. With both arms lost and blood gushing out, he was like a man of blood.

Yet the physical pain was secondary; the fear inside was the strongest.

He couldn't believe Wang Yan, once caught by a black smoke-formed hand, still retained the ability to act.

He himself had been caught once and lost all strength, his soul almost frozen.

Seeing Wang Yan untouched, he ignored the pain of his severed arms and scrambled back into Xianyang City.

Though the old man was repelled, Wang Yan was still startled inside. He flew back, away from Xianyang City, to examine himself.

At the border of his body, some Yin Souls lingered. If unnoticed, they might strike at a critical fight moment, causing severe damage.

Wang Yan checked repeatedly until he was sure all Yin Souls were cleared, then he raised his head, gazing solemnly at Xianyang City.

By then, the old man had long since escaped into Xianyang City, where all the Demon Cultivators gazed at Wang Yan with fearful eyes.

After killing a hundred thousand Demon Cultivators and surviving the black smoke's giant hand unharmed, his deeds were enough to awe all cultivators.

Especially seeing the hundred-thousand Demon Cultivator corpses piled like mountains outside Xianyang City.

Seeing these corpses, the Demon Cultivators in Xianyang City realized they were no longer undying.

Without their age-old trait, they lost the will to fight and shrank back into Xianyang City, not daring to venture out.

Wang Yan, too, was watching the black fog before him.

Although he broke the black fog-formed hand with a step, he was similarly caught by it.

If not for the Nascent Soul opening its eyes at the last moment, he would have been hurt by the black fog.

Wang Yan wished to conceal his true power for the final fight against Ying Zheng to maintain a hope of victory.

Who would have thought a mere city-defending black fog would force him to use his Nascent Soul's power?

Luckily, the Nascent Soul didn't reveal itself and merely opened its eyes internally, preserving his Demon God's cultivation from being exposed.

But even so, Wang Yan felt more solemn regarding the battle against Xianyang.

Facing Xianyang shrouded in black fog, Wang Yan snorted coldly and thought, "I don't believe I can't break Xianyang City without using Divine Power."

Thinking this, Wang Yan stepped forward, heading towards Xianyang City.

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