Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf pounced at the Bronze-Fang Hillman, biting recklessly at the Hillman's shoulder. To his surprise, the Bronze-Fang Hillman was reckless too! It did not even bother dodging. It swiped its sharp paws at the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's stomach instead!

Blood jetted out from both the creature's wounds. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf snapped the Bronze-Fang Hillman's scapula and tore its arm off. Meanwhile, the Bronze-Fang Hillman tore open a long cut on the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's stomach, ripping some of his intestines as blood kept pouring out from the wound.

"Wolf, I think you're at a disadvantage!" Lingling was not responsible for fighting and had time to analyze things.

"Awoo!" The words seemed to have infuriated the Flying Creek Snow Wolf. He ignored the wound on his stomach and crossed his claws as he pounced forward. He pinned the Bronze-Fang Hillman down on the roots and bit at the creature's head!

The Bronze-Fang Hillman lifted its head and viciously pointed its sharp tusks at the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's throat!

Luckily, the Flying Creek Snow Wolf reacted swiftly and backed away. He opened his mouth and let out an icy breath.

A huge icy mist swept at the Bronze-Fang Hillman. The roots were covered in a thick layer of ice as soon as they made contact with the mist. The Bronze-Fang Hillman failed to react in time. Its legs were frozen by the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's breath!

Seeing the opportunity, the Flying Creek Snow Wolf executed an Ice Spell again and lifted his gaze. With an icy flash of light, a crystalline ice cone appeared right above the Bronze-Fang Hillman.

The ice cone fell rapidly, growing continuously as it was falling. When it was only ten meters away from the Bronze-Fang Hillman, it had turned into an icicle with a sharp tip falling onto the Bronze-Fang Hillman at terrifying speed!

The Bronze-Fang Hillman cried when it sensed the approaching danger.

Several Hillmen jumped onto it after hearing the cry. They stacked on top of one another above the Bronze-Fang Hillman, using their bodies to shield it!

The icicle went through the Hillmen like a meat skewer. Fresh blood poured out from the holes on their bodies.

Meanwhile, the Bronze-Fang Hillman finally broke free from the ice. It smacked the iceberg into pieces and rose to its feet. It did not bother looking at the Hillmen that had died for it. Instead, it glared at the Flying Creek Snow Wolf as if it had just been humiliated!

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf smirked disdainfully at the Bronze-Fang Hillman. It was meant to be a duel, yet the creature had sacrificed its underlings to save itself!

As a matter of fact, the Flying Creek Snow Wolf was not in a good mood, either. If his mother Mu Ningxue was around, he could easily beat the crap out of the Bronze-Fang Hillman. He could not unleash the full potential of his lineage without the presence of Ice Magic, thus he was not much stronger than an ordinary Commander-level creature!

Lingling, who had been watching the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's battle, turned around and asked, "Is anyone an Ice Mage?"

"I am, but it's not that strong," Lan Luo said.

"That's fine; just keep casting Ice Spread to lower the temperature!" Lingling ordered.

"Sure," Lan Luo had no clue how it could help, but she began to use her Ice Magic.

Lan Luo did not use her Ice Spells mainly because her Ice Magic had no chance of slowing down the Hillmen. She had focused on using the Wind Element to speed up the group. There were almost two thousand Hillmen chasing after them. They would die for sure if they slowed down even a little!

To their relief, the roots of the Giant Purple Sacred Linden were like a steep slope. The higher they went, the steeper they became. As such, the Hillmen were having trouble forming a circle around them...

"Ice Spread: Blizzard!" Lan Luo followed Lingling's instructions and cast the Ice Spell close to where the Flying Creek Snow Wolf was fighting.

The white wolves seemed to be fond of the Ice Magic too. Their morale increased as they continued to take down the elite Hillmen with ease!

Dead bodies littered the area, with blood flowing down the roots like a river. To Lan Luo, Liu Xiaojia, and Guan Xixi's surprise, they actually managed to clear a path through such a huge number of Hillmen! They were getting closer to the trunk!

Mo Fan was clearing a path at the front while Zhao Manyan held the Hillmen that were chasing after them back. Their combined strength was comparable to that of an army!

"Tyrant Call!" Mo Fan's yell immediately activated the Lightning Tyrant Scars inflicted on the creatures by the wild lightning arcs. Countless lightning strikes descended like rain. The roots of the tree were scorched and blistered after hundreds of dark lightning bolts blasted it. This time, the Hillmen that were forced to split up were struggling to dodge the lightning. More than a hundred of them died to the spell. It suddenly cleared the path ahead!

"Assh**es, have a piece of that!" Mo Fan cursed them.

Mo Fan had purposely accumulated lots of Lightning Tyrant Scars. The Hillmen were able to dodge powerful spells like the Sky Lightning Claw with their strange movements. As such, Mo Fan decided to use Basic and Intermediate Spells like Lightning Strikes and Thunderbolts to keep applying Lightning Tyrant Scars on the Hillmen instead.

The spells were nowhere enough to kill the Hillmen, but when the number of Lightning Tyrant Scars on each Hillman reached a certain number, a single Little Tyrant Domain and Tyrant Call ended up killing a whole bunch of them. Lots of Soul Remnants and Soul Essences flew into the Little Loach Pendant like densely-packed fireflies that were densely packed together, giving Mo Fan a great fortune.

The Hillmen were collecting demon crests, too. Many of the Hillmen that Mo Fan killed had some demon crests on them. Mo Fan quickly said to Chen Yi, "Don't forget the demon crests, these creatures have a lot of them."

"..." Chen Yi was left speechless. How money-driven was the man? Was he really concerned about the demon crests in a situation like this?

Chen Yi's cultivation was pretty high, too. She had only pretended to be weaker at the Magic Association, yet she felt a little helpless when Mo Fan asked her to collect the demon crests from the dead Hillmen instead.

Frost stacked up on the roots as the temperature continued to drop. The power of the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's lineage was slowly awakened, allowing him to utilize his full strength, speed, vitality, and Ice Magic!

The wound on the Flying Creek Snow Wolf's stomach was greatly hindering his movement. However, the wound started recovering at a remarkable pace as soon as his lineage was awakened, the same with his other wounds!

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf's speed more than doubled, leaving a stunning afterimage behind.

His white figure swept past the Bronze-Fang Hillman, which was dazzled by his rapid movement. His claws flickered continuously around the creature.

The Bronze-Fang Hillman did not even realize what had just happened. Its body was covered in deep claw marks, from which blood was jetting out.

"Awoo!" The Flying Creek Snow Wolf was not done with his attack. He howled and fired arrow-like icicles at the Bronze-Fang Hillman from different directions. The Bronze-Fang Hillman rolled on the ground trying to dodge them, but some of the icicles still landed on it.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf crouched as a strong icy aura rose. The chill in the air intensified, and even breathing felt harder.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf stomped the ground with his front limbs. A huge icy storm chased after the limping Bronze-Fang Hillman.

The Bronze-Fang Hillman was desperately summoning the normal Hillmen to block the storm for it. However, the strong wind tossed the tiny Hillmen into the sky, and they were reduced to a bloody mist upon reaching a certain height.

The Bronze-Fang Hillman cried out in panic, hugging a thick vine firmly. However, the icy storm dragged the vine right into it!

The Bronze-Fang Hillman let out cries of agony. It was utterly confused amid the incredible pain. How did the wolf suddenly become so strong, even though the wolf was barely any stronger than it in the first place?

BANG!

The Bronze-Fang Hillman slammed heavily on the roots, breaking most of its bones. Even if it managed to rise to its feet, it had lost its ability to fight.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf dashed forward like an icy arrow, arriving before the swaying Bronze-Fang Hillman in the blink of an eye. His sharp claws swept past. The Bronze-Fang Hillman remained still for a second before its head split from its body, a pillar of blood jetting into the sky.

The head rolled down the roots and fell into a dim hole.

"The Commander of the Hillmen is dead!" Zhao Manyan blurted out in joy.

Species that lived together had a great weakness. When their leader died, they would scatter like a sheet of loose sand. They would subconsciously flee for their lives, which was why Zhao Manyan was feeling relieved.

"Now is not the time to celebrate; we have to climb up the tree!" Lingling reminded him.

The resistance from the Hillmen ahead dropped significantly after the death of the Bronze-Fang Hillman. However, the Hillmen chasing after them from behind showed no sign of stopping...

"They have more than one Commander, we have to go now!" Mo Fan ordered.

The trunk of the Giant Purple Sacred Linden was like a steep cliff. Mo Fan called the Flying Creek Snow Wolf over and let him carry the girls.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf was very agile. As soon as the girls were in position, he jumped and sprinted up the trunk like it was perfectly flat.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan stayed behind to cover for the others. It felt like the number of Hillmen was still the same. They kept pursuing them relentlessly.

"Go up first!" Mo Fan said.

"Alright!" Zhao Manyan did not waste a second. He extended his golden wings, and with a beat of them, he soared up, sticking close to the trunk. He soon caught up to the Flying Creek Snow Wolf.

The white wolves had returned to the Summoned Beast Plane not long ago. They were starting to lose control of the situation. Mo Fan also learned that the Hillmen were surprisingly good at climbing the trunk. More than a hundred of them had already climbed sixty meters up the trunk...