Return of the King, Dominating the City

The whole Himalayas, no one knew how many had died this night.

The electric power of the grid shield had clearly weakened a lot, its radiance and energy fluctuations no longer as intense as before.

Although this was America’s high-tech, the power stored in the twelve discs was ultimately limited.

The insects’ constant fierce assault had already drained most of the electric power.

Crackle!

With a loud explosive bang, one of the discs that released electrical energy ran dry and shattered into pieces.

The grid shield needed all twelve discs to form; once this one broke, the entire grid shield instantly collapsed, leaving only scattered arcs of lightning jumping in midair.

The insects that had just been blocked swarmed toward the Wolf Spirit Clan like a hive exploding.

Those mutant beast insects and the Insect Spirit Clan Members also launched a violent attack.

"Not good! Run!"

Lang Hai’s expression changed abruptly. He shouted and turned around to flee.

The other Wolf Spirit Clan also followed Lang Hai and fled.

At the same time, they issued commands for their respective Mutant Giant Wolves to stay behind and block the Insect Spirit Clan.

"What are you doing, running off on your own and not caring whether the giant wolves live or die?"

Lang Xiaoran stood outside the small tent and shouted at Lang Hai.

Lang Hai glanced back. Though he wanted to have Lang Xiaoran, compared to that, he valued his own life more.

After hesitating for less than half a second, he ignored Lang Xiaoran and sprinted away.

Seeing this, Lang Xiaoran stomped her feet in anger.

But before Lang Hai could even take two steps, a gigantic centipede blocked his path.

This centipede was precisely Chong Li’s late-stage SSS-level mutant beast.

At the same time, the other Wolf Spirit Clan were also blocked.

The situation was critical; the overall tide had turned against them.

On the other side, Chong Li charged toward Lang Xiaoran, a lewd gleam flashing in his eyes as he sneered, "Lang Xiaoran, you’re mine now."

Seeing Lang Xiaoran’s panicked and delicate appearance, Chong Li’s lust flared even stronger; he wished he could immediately "enforce the law on the spot" on Lang Xiaoran.

This was the most beautiful woman in the entire Beast Spirit Clan; Chong Li had long been obsessed with her.

"Awoo!"

A wolf howl rang out, and a gray-blue shadow flickered beside her.

Gu Feng stood in front of Lang Xiaoran, body lowered, his pair of ghostly blue eyes fixed deathly on Chong Li. He opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs.

"Trash, you dare block my way?"

Chong Li let out a disdainful laugh and kicked Gu Feng’s body.

Though Gu Feng looked quite strong, his actual strength was very weak. With one kick he was sent rolling across the ground, scattering the piled insect corpses and getting buried under them.

"Lang Xiaoran, what’s the point of keeping such a trash mutant beast by your side?"

Chong Li walked toward Lang Xiaoran, grinning lewdly as he said, "I lost three mutant beast insects. As compensation, let me be the one to break all three of your holes."

"Awo!"

Gu Feng burst out from the pile of insect corpses. The spot where he had been kicked was bleeding, but he didn’t care in the slightest and charged toward Chong Li.

"Courting death!"

Chong Li barked coldly, True Qi coiling around his right hand. A palm shadow shot from his hand, blasting toward Gu Feng.

"Gu Feng, don’t!"

Lang Xiaoran’s face drained of color. Her figure moved as she rushed in front of Gu Feng, raising her palm to meet Chong Li’s palm shadow.

But she was only early-stage SSS-level; how could she possibly block this strike from Chong Li?

"Lang Xiaoran, you’re looking for death?!"

Chong Li frowned slightly. He had no intention of killing Lang Xiaoran, because he wanted to slowly play with this beauty.

If she died, then a cold corpse held little interest for him.

"Awoo!"

A low wolf howl sounded. Shen Wu was entangled by a mutant beast insect; he wanted to rush over to help but couldn’t break free.

The other giant wolves also couldn’t spare any attention.

As for the Wolf Spirit Clan, they had still held some fighting spirit, but Lang Hai’s shout to run had shattered it completely. At this moment, how could they care about Lang Xiaoran? All they wanted was to flee for their lives.

Chong Li’s powerful palm shadow was just about to slam into Lang Xiaoran’s body.

In that instant, Lang Xiaoran furrowed her brows, convinced that she was doomed.

Unconsciously, she glanced at that small tent, a bitter yet relieved smile appearing on her face.

"Even if I die, at least I met someone I like."

Lang Xiaoran smiled knowingly, her heart firming. She pushed her True Qi to the limit and charged straight at Chong Li’s palm shadow without dodging.

"Awoo."

Gu Feng howled in pain and hurriedly rushed forward, trying to ram Lang Xiaoran out of the way.

One human and one wolf, both trying to save the other.

As for their own lives, neither of them cared.

But just at that moment, the space in front of Lang Xiaoran and Gu Feng rippled, and a massive palm shadow appeared out of thin air.

Bang—boom.

The two palm shadows collided in midair.

Violent air currents blasted outward in all directions, forming whirling vortices.

Dust, broken grass, and the piled-up insect corpses around them were all swept away by those whirlwinds.

The tent made of leaves and branches couldn’t withstand the powerful vortices either; it was torn to shreds and blown outward, revealing Song Yun’s figure.

"Song Yun!"

Lang Xiaoran cried out in delighted surprise.

She knew that palm shadow just now had been unleashed by Song Yun.

Because only Song Yun could use that kind of palm technique that appeared from the void.

"Hah, made it just in time."

Having saved Lang Xiaoran, Song Yun let out a breath of relief.

At the last possible moment just now, he had finally grasped it on a basic level; though he hadn’t reached the first layer, his bodily functions had still greatly improved.

It was enough to deal with Chong Li.

"Kid, I should really thank you for saving Lang Xiaoran. Otherwise I’d have lost a concubine for nothing. Now I can open up three more holes in her, hahahaha..."

Chong Li looked at Song Yun, cold laughter spilling out one after another.

In his eyes, Song Yun was just at the early stage of sss-level; no matter how clever his methods, he was still no match.

"Lang Xiaoran is my woman. I won’t let anyone lay a finger on her." Song Yun walked over to Lang Xiaoran’s side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

He... his woman!

Lang Xiaoran’s tender heart trembled. She turned to look at Song Yun’s resolute face, feeling that his arm was so very warm.

Especially that confident smile on Song Yun’s face—it soothed the anxious, panic-stricken heart inside her.

She couldn’t help but believe that this man before her could defeat Chong Li and help the Insect Spirit Clan escape their plight.

Chong Li stared at Song Yun, his eyes narrowing as he said in a chilling tone, "Kid, you really don’t know what’s good for you! I’m going to take you down and then toy with Lang Xiaoran right in front of your eyes."

"Chong Li, do you know what happens to someone who insults my woman?" Song Yun’s expression suddenly turned razor-sharp, killing intent surging as he said, "Death!"

"The one who’s going to die is you!"

Chong Li let out an angry roar and smashed a fist toward Song Yun.

"Insect Devouring World."

A punch shadow, shaped like a round insect, blasted toward Song Yun.

Although the Beast Spirit Clan fought by relying on mutant beasts, they also cultivated various martial skills themselves; it’s just that relatively speaking, their martial skills weren’t very lethal.

But in Chong Li’s eyes, this Insect Devouring World was more than enough to kill Song Yun ten times over.

"Let’s test the power of the Eight Desolate Dominating Body."

Seeing that insect-shaped punch shadow slaughtering its way over, excitement surfaced on Song Yun’s face.

He didn’t make any other move; he simply took a step and walked toward the insect punch shadow at an unhurried pace, as if ignoring that punch.

"This brat’s gone crazy!?"

Chong Li hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from Song Yun, and a confused look appeared on his face.

But very soon, he snorted disdainfully and said, "Idiot, courting death!"

"Song Yun, what are you doing?"

Lang Xiaoran was sweating bullets and shouted loudly.

At the same time, she reached out to grab Song Yun, wanting to pull him away.

But everything happened too fast. In an instant, the insect punch shadow smashed into Song Yun’s body.

Bang—boom.

The insect punch shadow exploded, sending up a sky full of dust that shrouded the core area, hiding Song Yun’s figure from sight.

The powerful shockwave rippled outward; standing relatively close, Lang Xiaoran felt her Qi-Blood surging and her bones trembling, unable to withstand the residual force.

From this one can see just how terrifying the power of Chong Li’s "Insect Devouring World" was.

Lang Xiaoran knew that if she took that punch shadow head-on, she would undoubtedly die.

Song Yun was at the same realm as her—his outcome was obvious.

"Song Yun!"

Lang Xiaoran called out in panic, tears almost spilling as she hurriedly ran toward the center of the dust cloud.

"Don’t worry, it just scratched an itch. I’m fine."

Suddenly, a calm voice came from the core of the dust.

The dust gradually dispersed, revealing Song Yun’s figure.

His clothes had been torn into tatters, not even fully covering the crucial parts.

But right now, no one was paying attention to that.

Because his completely unscathed body had left everyone dumbfounded.

"Impossible— you actually took Insect Devouring World head-on with your body!"

Chong Li cried out in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing.