Slaughtering Demon Wolves!
**"AWOOOOOOOO—!"**
**"AWOOOOOO—!"**
In the thick of battle, the massive Three-Eyed Demon Wolf suddenly threw its head back and howled.
The cry carried far — clearly no special skill was being activated.
Its howl echoed across an entire city district, and moments later Mo Fan felt a stirring in the ruins around him. From the wastelands of broken walls and overgrown lots, gray-black shapes emerged one after another, surging toward him like a dark tide answering their lord's summons.
"Can't win on your own, so you call for backup — so much for that one-on-one!" Mo Fan had nothing but contempt for the Three-Eyed Demon Wolf's tactics.
Contemptuous or not, packs of One-Eyed Demon Wolves were already charging in from every direction. They were brute-force creatures by nature, and their stampede carried tremendous impact — the entire ruined district seemed to tremble under their charge.
Their numbers kept climbing. Mo Fan estimated fifty, maybe sixty. Back in Bo City, a horde this size could have wiped out an entire squad of Mages without breaking a sweat.
Mo Fan didn't retreat. The surveying instrument buried in the ground had been running for over two hours now — it was nearly time to wrap up. He had promised to survey this location alone, and returning empty-handed would only earn him another round of mockery from Shen Mingxiao, Luo Song, Liao Mingxuan, and the rest.
Pride was one thing, but that was secondary. The real reason was simple: Mo Fan wanted blood.
These wretched beasts — he used to have to run from them. Now, no matter what, he was going to kill to his heart's content. Otherwise, what was the point of learning magic at all?
"Swift Star Wolf, keep your focus on the Three-Eyed Demon Wolf. Leave the One-Eyed Demon Wolves to me." Mo Fan told his Swift Star Wolf.
The Swift Star Wolf let out a yelp — probably stewing with resentment. *Shouldn't it be the boss fighting the boss while the grunts handled the grunts?*
Mo Fan leaped from the pillar to the rooftop of a residential building smothered in climbing ivy. The structure had half-collapsed, all manner of wild growth pushing through every crack and crevice.
"One, two, three... seven. Perfect — you seven can keep each other company." His smile was easy and confident. Soundlessly, a Star Chart began to trace itself within his Inner World.
Within seconds, rolling waves of scorching heat radiated off his body. Guided by his Mental Intent, all that released heat converged onto his right fist.
The energy condensed — a deep, vivid crimson. After a brief, still moment, Mo Fan drove his fist downward from above.
Below at a street corner, seven One-Eyed Demon Wolves came bounding eagerly forward, as though their leader had cornered fresh prey for them.
They rounded the corner — and a blinding red slammed into their eyes, like a miniature burning meteorite crashing from the sky.
The two wolves at the front gaped. On pure instinct they spun to flee, and smashed headlong into the oblivious wolves stampeding up behind them.
**BOOOOOM—**
The Blazing Fist struck home. All seven One-Eyed Demon Wolves were swallowed whole by the Rose Flame. Those reduced to black ash died without much suffering; the real misery was reserved for the ones half-scorched by the flames and then battered by the shockwave — they perished in agony, never understanding why their leader had sent them here to die.
These One-Eyed Demon Wolves had nothing to do with the ones from the southern regions. Unfortunate for them, someone harbored a very deep grudge against their kind. They could only blame their rotten luck.
Seven wiped out in a single blow. That effortless obliteration sent a rush of blood roaring through Mo Fan's veins.
No one who hadn't lived through the days of being hunted by One-Eyed Demon Wolves could understand the surge of exhilaration he felt right now. Today was a day for killing — and killing without limit. However many came, he'd slaughter them all.
**"Awooo—"**
Two One-Eyed Demon Wolves had been hiding well in the rubble. While Mo Fan was occupied with those seven, they burst out and lunged.
Their jaws split wide, aiming to rip his head clean off. With one flanking him from each side, they left him no room to dodge.
"Too slow. You call that a surprise attack?" Mo Fan let out a contemptuous laugh.
At his current level, detecting a handful of Servant-class creatures was trivially easy. Seasoned by battles against far deadlier foes, Mo Fan had long since developed a thorough grasp of Demon-Beast attack patterns. Creatures famed for speed and ambush — the Scale-Skin Mother Demon, the Cursed Beast Demon — had never managed to kill him in one strike. So how could these One-Eyed Demon Wolves possibly manage it?
To Mo Fan's eyes, they were simply clumsy.
As the fangs bore down, his body dissolved into a blur of shadow and slipped into the light-dark boundary at his feet.
An instant later he reappeared on a neighboring rooftop, watching with detached amusement as the two wolves nearly bit each other in the face. He flipped his palm, and a cluster of vivid crimson flame flickered to life in his hand.
"Go ahead and embrace each other in the fire." He flung the flame from his palm.
It streaked a straight crimson line through the air and dove into the half-collapsed building below.
He timed it perfectly, then closed his fist — like pressing a detonator trigger. The Fire Burst that had slipped inside erupted violently within the walls.
The already-crumbling building gave way entirely. As the structure came crashing down, the two One-Eyed Demon Wolves were buried beneath a cloud of dust and debris.
Mo Fan casually added a Fire Burst: Bone Scorch as a follow-up. Pinned under the rubble and unable to rise, the two wolves now had the bone-scorching flame eating away at them as well, their screams ringing out without end...
No need to check — those two One-Eyed Demon Wolves were being burned alive.
With Basic-Level magic now fully at his command, leveraging each tier's distinct effect made short work of Servant-class creatures.
*Finish off all of these and I should be able to condense another Spirit Essence.* Mo Fan swept his gaze across the area — there was no shortage of One-Eyed Demon Wolves left.
Fighting his way here, Mo Fan had accumulated a sizable stock of Remnant Souls. By the time the squad had entered Desolate City, his Lightning Element Star Motes already numbered five — strengthened through constant absorption along the journey.
A single Battle-General-class Remnant Soul was worth more than twenty Servant-class ones. The whole team had cut down a great many Servant-class and Battle-General-class creatures during the march, and Mo Fan had reaped enormous gains from it all.
**"Awooo—!"**
"Well now — an Ascension Phase One-Eyed Demon Wolf. You're first."
An Ascension Phase One-Eyed Demon Wolf was no easy opponent; it posed a genuine threat. Mo Fan didn't waste a single scrap of Magical Energy on ceremony. Arcs of violet-black lightning coiled across his body, cold light gleaming sharp in his eyes.