Urban Wolf King

Just when Ouyang Feiting stepped into the Ghost Gate, she narrowly escaped death, suddenly finding herself embraced by a strong and warm arm, as if she had moved from Hell to Heaven.

This familiar feeling in the arm immediately made Ouyang Feiting realize that the person holding her was her beloved one whom she longed for day and night.

The happiness arrived too suddenly. Ouyang Feiting leaned against Wang Yan's firm chest, feeling the familiar and tense chest muscles, and couldn't help but burst into tears like rain beating pear blossoms.

Wang Yan held Ouyang Feiting in his arms, gently stroking her back and softly comforting her.

In ordinary times, just a few soft words from Wang Yan would make Ouyang Feiting slowly stop crying. But this time, no matter how Wang Yan comforted her, Ouyang Feiting cried even more fiercely.

Wang Yan, puzzled, quickly looked around.

Apart from tens of thousands of Chi Race Demon Cultivators and hundreds of thousands of Evil Ghosts filled with eerie Yin Qi, as well as the white-clothed Asura climbing out of the stone wall, Wang Yan found nothing that could make Ouyang Feiting cry non-stop.

Just as Wang Yan was about to continue comforting Ouyang Feiting, his gaze suddenly fixed on a spot, and his eyes opened wide.

Because Wang Yan saw a cold corpse on the ground, with a huge hole in its chest, piercing through the body.

This corpse was still wide-eyed at this time, with an expression of resentment in its eyes.

Dead without closing the eyes!

"Senior Ouyang Qiu!"

Unknowingly, Wang Yan blurted out.

Hearing this name from Wang Yan's mouth, Ouyang Feiting cried even more intensely, saying while crying, "Mom—Mom—she… wah—"

Ouyang Feiting could only utter a few simple words before bursting into a loud cry.

Wang Yan's face darkened, gently patted Ouyang Feiting, helped her stand straight, let her go from his embrace, and said, "Feiting, let me avenge Senior Ouyang Qiu."

After speaking, Wang Yan stepped forward.

Just then, the white-clothed Asura had crawled down from the wall and stood on the ground, facing Wang Yan.

Although it was sent flying by Wang Yan just now, except for being dusty, the white-clothed Asura was not injured.

Instead, the one-strike defeat just now enraged the white-clothed Asura, and it laughed madly at Wang Yan: "Hahaha, you foolish human, don't you want revenge? Come on! I was the one who killed that shrew."

However, before the white-clothed Asura could finish its words, its vision went blurry, and it saw a figure appear before it.

The next moment, a fist was seen enlarging in front of it.

The white-clothed Asura hadn't had time to react when it heard a "punch" sound and saw this fist strike its chest, instantly piercing through it.

After the fist embedded in its chest, the white-clothed Asura then saw that a foot away from it was Wang Yan's icy face and murderous eyes.

The white-clothed Asura groaned, staggered backward several steps, and fell sitting on the ground with a "thump," then looked down at its chest.

It saw a huge hole in its chest, identical to the wound on the late Ouyang Qiu.

Upon seeing this, tens of thousands of Chi Race Demon Cultivators standing in the distance cheered.

"Good!"

"Kill them!"

"Lord Wang Yan is mighty!"

…

However, at this moment, the white-clothed Asura smirked and slowly stood up from the ground.

As it stood, a mass of black Yin Qi emerged from its chest, continually mending the chest wound.

By the time the white-clothed Asura was standing upright, its chest injury had completely recovered.

Seeing this, Wang Yan's eyes narrowed, and the cheering Chi Race immediately stepped back several steps, fearful.

"Hahaha, I told you humans are foolish, yet you act recklessly. I am an Undying Body, eternally unbeatable. If you don't believe it, try hitting me again."

The white-clothed Asura looked at Wang Yan with provocation in its eyes.

"Fine!" Wang Yan shouted and charged forward again, punching the white-clothed Asura.

This time, the white-clothed Asura was prepared, and as Wang Yan approached, it shook its right hand and struck Wang Yan.

With a "boom," the fists of Wang Yan and the white-clothed Asura collided.

However, with a "crack," the white-clothed Asura's right arm was instantly broken by Wang Yan's punch, hanging weakly down.

Yet Wang Yan's fist didn't stop, continued forward, and with a "punch," it pierced the white-clothed Asura's chest for the second time.

The white-clothed Asura grinned in pain, took several steps back, showing a hint of agony on its face.

Nonetheless, biting its teeth, a wisp of Yin Qi emerged from its right arm, and the severed right arm began to gradually heal.

Meanwhile, Yin Qi also emanated from its chest, healing the wound.

By this time, the white-clothed Asura's face turned livid with rage, grinding its teeth, it said, "I told you, you cannot kill me. Even if you keep attacking, it will only drain your energy sooner or later. Don't waste your efforts. Let me kill you instead."

Seeing the white-clothed Asura indeed can't be killed, tens of thousands of Chi Race Demon Cultivators retreated dozens of steps in fright.

However, just then, Wang Yan retracted his fist and struck down again, still on the white-clothed Asura's chest.

White-clothed Asura had no time to dodge Wang Yan's punch, so it didn't even bother dodging, letting Wang Yan hit itself.

This punch was stronger, making the chest wound even larger, as big as a watermelon.

Within the white-clothed Asura's body, more Yin Qi emerged, trying to quickly mend the wound.

But before these Yin Qi could gather, Wang Yan's fists rained down like a storm.

Each punch landed on the wound, enlarging the injury on the white-clothed Asura's chest.

Gradually, the entire chest was gone, leaving a huge hollow.

Although Yin Qi continuously gushed from the white-clothed Asura's abdomen trying to repair the wound.

However, the repair speed couldn't keep up with Wang Yan's destructive pace.

As Wang Yan accelerated his attacks, he coldly said, "Aren't you supposed to be undying? I will keep depleting your Yin Qi, let's see how much you have."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, the white-clothed Asura finally showed fear.

What Wang Yan said was indeed its weakness.

Though it cannot die, repairing wounds requires consuming its internal Yin Qi.

This Yin Qi is the foundation of its cultivation.

Once the Yin Qi is overly consumed, its cultivation will significantly deteriorate.

At this moment, the white-clothed Asura finally revealed a trace of terror, hastily retreating, cursing, "Damn you, how dare you disrespect me so. I will definitely kill you and turn you into a Ghost Slave, enslaved by me forever. All Evil Ghosts heed, surround and kill this person for me."

Upon hearing the white-clothed Asura's command, tens of thousands of Evil Ghosts beside immediately screamed and charged at Wang Yan.

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