Chapter 102: Settling the Grudges

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Settling the Grudges

Li Heng had complete faith in the Ice Luan’s combat ability; after all, it was a Tier Two High-Grade Soul Beast.

Almost as soon as the Ice Luan took to the sky, gusts of frigid wind and flurries of snow howled down from above, striking the horde of wolves head-on.

Li Heng had witnessed the power of a Tier Two High-Grade Soul Beast’s skills before. He could withstand them, but the sturdy wild wolves—whose attributes were over ten—were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.

The Tier One Soul Beast Blood Wolves fared little better. The biting wind and fine snow severely hampered their movements.

Li Heng seized the opportunity to act as well. Activating his Wolf Walk Technique, he charged straight into the horde. As he closed in on the Blood Wolves, he gave his Empty Cicada Longsword a light swing, unleashing one move after another from his Ghost Butterfly Illusion Sword technique.

Even before, the Blood Wolves’ movements had seemed slow to Li Heng. Now, under the effects of the Ice Luan’s Soul Energy Skills, their every move looked like a slideshow in his eyes.

Li Heng and the Ice Luan’s assault was like two boulders dropping into a river, kicking up massive waves.

The Blood Wolf pack wouldn’t take the assault lying down. Feeling threatened, they immediately launched a counterattack.

Blood-Red Wolf Fang!

Wolf Pounce!

Waves of crimson ripples!

These attacks constantly materialized around Li Heng. He had become the focal point of the Blood Wolves’ assault, with their most ferocious moves all aimed directly at him.

Li Heng had already lost count of how many Blood Wolves he was facing. With the Ice Luan’s "help" from the sky, combined with the wolves’ slowed movements, he didn’t feel much pressure.

Besides, the heavily injured Blood Wolf King was positioned relatively far back—at the very rear of the pack, in fact.

Bright, silvery butterflies bloomed on one Blood Wolf after another as Li Heng weaved through the pack, his movements looking effortless.

SCREECH~

The Ice Luan saw its master weaving through the pack, his body becoming increasingly covered in blood. Seemingly sensing his plight, it began to beat its wings with greater force and breadth.

WHOOSH~

WHOOSH~

With each powerful beat of the Ice Luan’s wings, a wind even more frigid than before howled, its power intensifying.

The Blood Wolves further back in the pack, battered by the Ice Luan’s fierce, snowy gale, were beginning to show signs of freezing over.

Some of the weaker Blood Wolves had already turned into ice sculptures, killed outright by the Ice Luan’s frigid wind.

Although Li Heng couldn’t see it, he could feel that the wind whipping past him was much stronger than before.

Furthermore, through his connection with the Ice Luan, he could sense its fury. It desperately wanted to fly down and help him.

"Don’t! Whatever you do, don’t come down! Just keep up the barrage!"

Li Heng muttered to himself, not knowing if the Ice Luan could even hear him, but he didn’t let it break his concentration.

The Ice Luan’s help had greatly reduced the pressure, but he knew full well that he was still facing a horde of hundreds of wolves.

Even in a Dungeon, where death held no fear, he couldn’t afford to be this careless in a fight.

As time passed, the number of Blood Wolves steadily dwindled, and Li Heng drew closer and closer to the Wolf King’s position.

After killing countless Blood Wolves, Li Heng finally caught sight of the heavily injured Blood Wolf King, surrounded by its pack.

His feelings and mindset as he looked upon the heavily injured Blood Wolf King were completely different from before.

The Wolf King had gone from a formidable rival to an Elite Monster, and finally, to little more than a walking pile of experience points.

But now, as Li Heng looked at the injured Wolf King again, with the frigid wind howling and snow swirling around him, Empty Cicada Longsword in hand, his heart was perfectly calm.

He saw the injured Blood Wolf King as no different from any other Blood Wolf.

As this mentality took hold, a state of profound stillness suddenly washed over him from deep within.

This profound stillness reminded Li Heng of the rain he had encountered just after entering the Secret Realm of the Desolate Moon Islands.

Back then, as the rain fell, he had closed his eyes, quietly sensing the sounds around him and the incessant droning of cicadas emanating from his Empty Cicada Longsword.

Now, as that same stillness descended upon him, Li Heng did not close his eyes. Instead, his vision filled with blood-red threads, one attached to every Blood Wolf.

And from the Longsword in his hand, the droning of cicadas began anew!

With his Wolf Walk Technique and Ghost Butterfly Illusion Sword still active, Li Heng tilted his Empty Cicada Longsword slightly and walked straight toward the heavily injured Blood Wolf King.

Despite being surrounded by the blood-red threads and the droning of cicadas from his sword, Li Heng seemed unaffected, his gait as casual as a normal stroll.

In contrast, the moment the Empty Cicada Longsword in Li Heng’s hand began to drone, the heavily injured Blood Wolf King and its remaining pack felt a crushing pressure emanate from the depths of their souls—a pressure that filled them with absolute terror.

Although they had been prepared to die, now, watching Li Heng slowly approach, every Blood Wolf felt its legs begin to tremble uncontrollably.

By the time Li Heng was less than five meters away, the droning of his Longsword had completely extinguished any thought of escape.

And so, a strange scene unfolded at the foot of Wolf King Mountain.

Wherever Li Heng walked, sword in hand, bright, silvery butterflies fluttered in his wake. As he passed each Blood Wolf, a single butterfly would linger beside it for a moment before vanishing.

And with the butterfly’s disappearance, the Blood Wolf would collapse to the ground, never to rise again.

Li Heng had already felt little pressure under the barrage of the Ice Luan’s Soul Energy Skills. But after entering this new state, he moved with even greater ease, clearing out swathes of Blood Wolves.

This was an unprecedented situation for Li Heng. The Blood Wolves were almost completely wiped out, and few of the blood-red threads remained in his sight.

The place where the blood-red threads were thickest was now centered on the solitary, defiant figure of the Blood Wolf King.

A lone wolf has its pride, to say nothing of the king of the Blood Wolves. With few of its pack remaining, it took the initiative and lunged at Li Heng, unleashing one Blood-Red Wolf Fang after another.

In a one-on-one duel, Li Heng could have easily killed the Blood Wolf King long ago, but it had always cowered behind its pack.

It always sent its teeming pack to fight Li Heng to the death. So, in a way, this was the first time Li Heng had seen the Blood Wolf King truly fight.

Therefore, Li Heng decided to show the Blood Wolf King the greatest respect!

Unleashing the Ghost Butterfly Illusion Sword and activating his Wolf Walk Technique, Li Heng surged toward the Blood Wolf King.

The distance between the Blood Wolf King and Li Heng shrank rapidly.

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Until man and wolf nearly became one, their figures overlapping as silvery butterflies and blood-red Wolf Fangs passed through each other...

This long-held grudge of Li Heng’s, in the instant the silvery butterflies and blood-red Wolf Fangs vanished as one, was finally brought to a close.