Chapter 2231 - 2232: Come on, Kill Me!

The Male and Female Swords formed two crossing sword beams, slicing directly toward the demon wolf.

The demon wolf in the air seemed to be aware of the formidable power of the Male and Female Swords.

It stood upright, howling madly at the sky, with its two front paws blocking its chest.

Whoosh!

The immense sword light of the Male and Female Swords seemed to cut through the entire void.

With a miserable howl, the demon wolf's two front paws were severed, blood gushed skyward.

Liu Zhaozhi and Chen Siyu exchanged a glance, with faint traces of joy on their faces.

However, Yang Fei's expression changed dramatically, shouting loudly.

"Watch out, get out of the way quickly."

Only to see the demon wolf rolling in the air, its severed front paws instantaneously regrowing.

Amidst the swirling black aura, the entire body of the demon wolf seemed like Mount Tai Crushing Down, pouncing directly toward Liu Zhaozhi and Chen Siyu.

In the black mist, Su Tangzheng laughed loudly.

"The Nine Nether Battle Wolf cannot be killed, you ants, accept the wrath of the Demon God."

The demon wolf, as swift as a hurricane, carrying all-devouring demon flames, instantly rushed to the front of Liu Zhaozhi and Chen Siyu.

Chen Siyu saw the demon wolf's long tongue extending, its teeth like two rows of daggers, its claws flashing with a metallic gleam, screamed in fright, her limbs weakening.

Liu Zhaozhi's Male and Female Swords, unable to be retracted in time.

He shouted, sacrificing himself to hug Chen Siyu, rolling to the left side.

However, the demon wolf moved with incredible speed, reaching for his back.

The sharp claws could shred any cultivator to pieces in an instant; if they truly caught Liu Zhaozhi, neither of them would survive.

Liu Zhaozhi kissed Chen Siyu on the cheek, suddenly tossing her toward Yang Fei, turning back to embrace the giant wolf's claw.

"Brother Yang, please take care of Siyu for me."

Without a moment's hesitation or any consideration, Liu Zhaozhi instinctively completed this series of actions.

Amid shouts, the demon wolf's claw pierced through his chest, protruding from his back.

His blood flowed like a fountain, gushing out.

Chen Siyu turned to look, screaming miserably: "Zhaozhi, are you okay?"

Liu Zhaozhi held onto the demon wolf's two front legs tightly, exhausting all the Spiritual Origin Qi in his body, turning back to shout loudly.

"Siyu, hurry and leave, we absolutely can't withstand this demon wolf."

Whoosh!

Liu Chan's Qing Xu Sword was unleashed, a deep green sword light twelve feet long aimed at the demon wolf's front legs.

Liu Zhaozhi fell to the ground holding the demon wolf's severed front legs.

However, at this moment, the demon wolf's front paws instantly regrew.

It roared, leaping into the air, pouncing towards Liu Chan with astonishing momentum.

Whoosh!

Xuantianzi wielded a dark shield, flying out, rapidly expanding in midair.

In an instant, the shield became massive, like a city wall, blocking the demon wolf.

Countless cultivators, crying out in desperation, gathered behind Xuantianzi and Liu Chan, hiding behind the shield.

The demon wolf crashed into the dark shield, and with a crack, a fissure appeared on the shield.

Xuantianzi grunted, fresh blood flooding from his mouth, his face exhibiting extreme pain.

This shield was his newly refined Life-Bound Artifact, its defense solid and unbreakable.

Even the Qing Xu Sword might not break it with a single strike.

Yet at this moment, it was cracked by the demon wolf's collision, and even Xuantianzi was severely injured.

Chongxu Zhenren flicked his whisk, forming a seal with both hands, casting a Dharma Seal onto the shield.

The shield instantly blazed brightly, the initially cracked parts healing, becoming imposing and majestic again.

The dense Spiritual Origin Qi from Chongxu Zhenren bolstered Xuantianzi's Life-Bound Artifact, finally withstanding the demon wolf's assault.

Xuantianzi turned his head, gratefully looking at Chongxu Daoist: "Many thanks for the True Man's help."

Chongxu Zhenren's expression was grave, the spiritual power continuously channeled through his whisk to the shield.

"This demon is incredibly formidable, I'm afraid we won't last much longer."

The demon wolf crazily rammed against the shield, black light radiating from the impact point, spreading outward.

All cultivators hid behind the shield, trembling with fear.

Mad Blade held tightly onto Chu Yuexi's hand, with Chu Yuexi grabbing onto Chu Yao'er.

In such a high-level battle, these Qi Refinement Realm cultivators couldn't participate at all, even a random whirlwind could tear them to shreds.

Chu Yao'er, always surveying around, suddenly asked.

"Where is Brother Yang Fei? Where did he go?"

Mad Blade froze momentarily, glanced back.

Behind the shield, almost all were cultivators from the Four Spirits Clan, including Lan Qin, Chu Rentong, and Chu Renqing.

Even Su Zhengfeng and Su Tangying were there, both terrified out of their wits by the demonized Su Tangzheng.

But at this moment, no one had time to trouble them; everyone was busy escaping.

On the other side, Chen Siyu held the nearly lifeless Liu Zhaozhi, crying her heart out.

The Male and Female Swords revolved above their heads, black and white in color, spinning protectively.

Behind the shield, Yang Fei, Liu Chan, and Zhang Zhengchang from Dragon Tiger Mountain were missing.

Hearing the demon wolf's roar like thunder in front of the shield, the continuous crashing sounds akin to the footsteps of death, even Mad Blade felt a chill.

He forced a thin smile: "Don't worry, Yang Fei, unrivaled in divine skills, will surely be fine."

At this moment, Yang Fei still stood in place, motionless, as if rooted like a wooden stake.

Liu Chan's Qing Xu Sword was drawn, its sword light like lightning, too dazzling to look at, slashing at Su Tangzheng in the black mist.

Liu Chan split Su Tangzheng in half with a single stroke.

In Su Tangzheng's loud laughter, his halved body was instantly shrouded by black mist, becoming two identical Su Tangzhengs.

Liu Chan continued to unleash the Qing Xu Sword, the sword light like a ribbon, cutting the two Su Tangzheng into four segments.

Those four pieces of flesh, writhing in the black mist, slowly transformed into a new Su Tangzheng.

"Come on, kill me!"

During Su Tangzheng's maniacal laughter, Liu Chan wielded the Qing Xu Sword.

In an instant, he killed four Su Tangzhengs, but new Su Tangzhengs appeared again.

In less than a minute, Su Tangzheng had multiplied into more than ten Su Tangzhengs.

Each one was exactly the same, all laughing hysterically.

Liu Chan's attempts finally ceased with the Qing Xu Sword.

However, the dozen Su Tangzhengs crazily lunged at Liu Chan.

Liu Chan gritted his teeth, unleashing the Qing Xu Sword, transforming into more than ten Phantom Swords, slashing at the numerous Su Tangzhengs.

Around Liu Chan, the number of Su Tangzhengs continued to increase.

Even the tiniest piece of flesh crazily regenerated, quickly transforming into a new Su Tangzheng.

Yang Fei still stood there, expressionless, and in the end, simply closed his eyes.

Not far away, Zhang Zhengchang, with his sleeves flowing, wielded a Peach Wood Sword, fiercely battling the immensely destructive demon wolf.

The demon wolf seemingly knew there was delectable food behind the shield.

Its fangs and claws, after repelling Zhang Zhengchang, continuously crashed into the black shield.

With each collision, the light and shadow on the black shield became chaotic.

As Xuantianzi and Chongxu Zhenren gradually reached their limit.

Yang Fei's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his gaze as sharp as lightning.

His eyes, firmly fixed on a certain point in the void.