Urban Wolf King

What absorbed Ouyang Feiting was the white-clothed Asura.

The white-clothed Asura grabbed Ouyang Feiting and with a hint of pride said, "Only upon close inspection do I realize you are indeed a rare beauty with extraordinary talent. It seems I've found a treasure this time."

No sooner had the white-clothed Asura spoken than Ouyang Feiting suddenly turned around, her face full of hatred as she raised her right hand fiercely towards the white-clothed Asura: "Go to hell."

Yet the white-clothed Asura remained motionless, allowing Ouyang Feiting's hand to clutch his face.

Ouyang Feiting's hand pierced through the white-clothed Asura's face, leaving five finger marks.

Ouyang Feiting was startled, not expecting her move to be successful.

But the next moment, Ouyang Feiting's expression changed.

Because she suddenly felt that after her fingers entered the white-clothed Asura's face, a wave of Yin Qi surged into her fingers, trying to corrode them.

Ouyang Feiting hurriedly withdrew her hand, pulling her fingers back.

At that moment, the Yin Qi from the five holes on the white-clothed Asura's face surged out, quickly covering and closing the holes.

In just a short while, the white-clothed Asura's face was smooth again.

Ouyang Feiting looked at her fingers, discovering they were covered in Yin Qi, constantly eroding her flesh.

Ouyang Feiting was shocked, quickly channeling the Power of Demon Patterns to block the Yin Qi outside her skin.

The white-clothed Asura smiled faintly and said, "Now do you understand? Only death brings eternal life. Now I grant you eternal life, to serve me for all eternity."

After speaking, the white-clothed Asura extended his pale, thin right hand, grasping Ouyang Feiting's slender white neck and slowly tightening his grip.

Ouyang Feiting immediately had difficulty breathing, while waves of Yin Qi continuously infiltrated her body from the white-clothed Asura, consuming her vitality.

"Brother Wang Yan—save me—" With the last of her strength, Ouyang Feiting croaked.

Seeing the dying Ouyang Feiting, the white-clothed Asura smiled faintly and said, "It's better if he comes; it's just another ghost slave for me."

Just then, from behind the white-clothed Asura, a roar sounded: "Courting death."

Upon hearing the sound, the previously vacant-eyed Ouyang Feiting suddenly had two bright beams shoot out.

Witnessing this brightness, the white-clothed Asura realized the roar behind him was Ouyang Feiting's last hope and reliance.

The white-clothed Asura was correct; the one rushing from the South Sea was Wang Yan.

However, the white-clothed Asura did not show a bit of tension due to Wang Yan's arrival. Instead, his face bore a hint of mockery, and his hand around Ouyang Feiting's neck did not pause at all, slowing even more, as if wanting the person behind to witness Ouyang Feiting's death personally.

When that angry roar sounded behind the white-clothed Asura, it was several miles behind him, yet before the sound completely faded, that person had already reached the white-clothed Asura's back.

The white-clothed Asura was shocked, thinking: "Such speed."

At this point, the white-clothed Asura dared not act arrogantly, hurriedly releasing his grip on Ouyang Feiting's neck, turning and delivering a slap.

This slap contained only eighty percent of the white-clothed Asura's power.

Even though the white-clothed Asura had not seen the person behind, he gathered from the aura that the person was the one who set up the array.

At the white-clothed Asura's level of cultivation, he could see through the leopard from its spots, inferring much from little.

Thus, he knew that although the person behind had reached the power level of a Demon God, they were only at the One Flower Crown.

Moreover, this flower was incomplete.

Indeed, back when Wang Yan set up the array, he was indeed of the One Flower Crown realm.

And this flower was merely one golden flower Wang Yan forcefully seized from Ying Zheng, so it wasn't complete.

But now, the flower Wang Yan seized had been fully refined, and he was no longer the person he once was.

Hence, when the white-clothed Asura turned and delivered the slap, he immediately felt something was wrong because the aura behind him was more powerful than he imagined.

The white-clothed Asura didn't dare to be careless, letting out a roar, his entire power rising skyward, and two black flowers blooming atop his head.

These two black flowers emitted an eerie aura, with the blossoms continuously spreading blood-red stench.

This was the breakthrough of an Evil Ghost's cultivation to Venerable Tier, reaching Asura, forming the crown of Three Flowers.

But these three flowers were formed from Yin Qi and evil blood, hence the black and red color.

Upon seeing the crown of Double Flower, tens of thousands of evil ghosts led by the Ghost Venerable cheered and screamed.

While the tens of thousands of Chi Race Demon Cultivators, surrounded by the evil ghosts, were already in utmost despair.

Wang Yan's arrival sparked a glimmer of hope in their hearts, yet seeing the Double Flower atop the white-clothed Asura's head dashed their hopes once again.

Such terrifying power must exceed that of Wang Yan, whom they revered as a deity.

At this moment, Wang Yan's palm descended, crashing atop the white-clothed Asura's hand.

A loud "boom" resounded, and a powerful aura surged from where their palms clashed, radiating outward.

The tens of thousands of evil ghosts and Chi Race Demon Cultivators felt disoriented, blown unsteady by the aura, unable to open their eyes.

Everyone hurriedly shielded their eyes, retreating several steps, struggling against the aura before them.

The aura roared past, in moments surging into the depths of the tunnel, like thunder receding into the distance.

Now, everyone could open their eyes, looking ahead.

As they opened their eyes again, their hearts were filled with anxiety, praying that Wang Yan had not been killed by the white-clothed Asura's strike.

Though this wish seemed extremely slim and extravagant.

At this moment, everyone opened their eyes, but what they saw made them widen their eyes, mouths agape, unable to believe their eyes.

Some even rubbed their eyes forcefully, trying to erase the illusion before them.

Yet even after rubbing their eyes, the scene before them remained unchanged.

Wang Yan stood there, holding Ouyang Feiting, gently patting her shoulder, murmuring comfort, while the once overbearing white-clothed Asura was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone searched around quickly, finally finding the white-clothed Asura.

They saw the white-clothed Asura head down, feet up, embedded in the stone wall.

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