Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Giant of Light

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As the latter retreated, the whip transformed into a black venomous snake, lunging at the werewolf.

With a werewolf's sense of smell, it could even detect the stench coming from the snake's mouth.

"hey-hey!"

Seeing this, the werewolf remained calm and did not continue to dodge. Instead, it opened its blood-red maw and bit at the snake's head.

Seemingly sensing danger, the venomous snake suddenly retracted and returned to the body of the King of Nancang.

A black venomous snake was seen constantly slithering across Nancang Diwang's body, clinging to it like patterns, before finally resting its head gently on his shoulder.

The venomous snake flicked its tongue, its gaze fixed intently on the werewolf, secretly gathering its strength for a fatal blow.

"Beast Tamer?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ye Molang's eyes. There are countless professional paths in the world, and even legendary professionals probably wouldn't recognize them all.

There are quite a few professions that involve dealing with Warcraft, and even his profession is one of them.

"hehe!"

Seeing the werewolf's look of fear, the King of Nancang also sneered, offering no further explanation.

"Have you had enough? Now it's my turn."

After saying that, the King of Nancang waved his arms, as if a venomous snake was preparing to attack.

The next moment, Nancang Diwang leaped into the air, leaving a series of afterimages in mid-air.

Among the countless afterimages, a thin, black line-like figure was also hidden in the shadows.

"Roar!"

The werewolf roared and, without any intention of dodging, also lunged forward.

Swish!

In an instant, the two exchanged hundreds of blows in mid-air. Nancang Diwang, like a venomous snake, continuously unleashed extremely tricky attacks.

Their clasped hands were like hard blades; when they touched the werewolf's body, they could easily draw a trail of blood.

Even the werewolf's strong body and tough fur were no match for the King of Nancang.

However, the werewolf was not to be trifled with; it either stabbed, slashed, or bit directly, choosing the above-mentioned damage-trading tactics.

The two clashed briefly in mid-air before separating, and then both landed covered in blood, whether from their own bodies or the enemy's, it was unclear.

However, one thing is certain: the piece of meat in the werewolf's mouth must belong to the enemy.

"Gulu!"

Ye Mo swallowed the snake meat in his mouth as if he were tasting some kind of delicacy, and showed an expression of enjoyment, completely ignoring the wounds on his body.

"Damn stray dogs!"

Upon seeing this, the King of Nancang cursed under his breath, looking at the venomous snake covered in countless wounds with a pained expression, but a smug look appeared on his face.

"You've been poisoned by my snake venom. You'll die within a short time. If you can tell me who's behind you, I can give you the antidote," the King of Nancang said smugly.

He wasn't fighting alone, and the venomous snakes coiled around him weren't just for show.

During the fight just now, the venomous snake also bit the werewolf. The extraordinary level of snake venom was something even a professional couldn't withstand.

"poison!"

Ye Mo also felt the changes in his body. Even his extraordinary body could not make him immune to this kind of toxin. As his blood circulated, his consciousness became slightly blurred.

Even so, Ye Mo did not show the slightest fear on his face.

If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!

To achieve victory against overwhelming odds, how can one possibly survive without facing certain death?

"Roar!"

Ye Mo let out a long howl, which not only failed to suppress the toxins in his body, but also accelerated the flow of his blood.

The werewolf's entire body was covered in bulging veins, and his muscles, as hard as steel, were constantly bulging. His face had also turned extremely red.

"Are you really courting death?" The Nancang land king was startled by the person opposite him.

Faced with his snake venom, he not only showed no intention of resolving the problem, but seemed to be allowing the venom to take effect more quickly; this was practically suicide.

Even though Nan Cang had fought his way to his current position, he was still somewhat apprehensive.

The other party was truly determined to kill him at all costs.

"If I can't even defeat you, then I'll have failed my master's training."

Yemo scratched his wounded chest twice with his claws, and blood immediately flowed out, filling the surrounding air with a crimson hue.

By taking advantage of the snake venom to bring himself to the brink of death, he could fully unleash the potential of his bloodline.

"die!"

Covered in blood, Ye Mo was nearly driven to madness by the combined effects of snake venom and his wounds.

Bang!

The next moment, Ye Mo leaped up from the ground and pounced on Nancang Diwang once again.

"You crazy person!"

Nancang Diwang cursed angrily. This distance was far too close for a superhuman to dodge. He could only hastily raise his snake fist stance to fight back.

Nancang Diwang was right; Yemo had also completely fallen into a state of madness at this moment.

In close combat, he has no fighting style and relies entirely on his animal senses and physical instincts to attack recklessly.

Nancang Diwang had no desire to get entangled with them. With the snake venom invading his territory, he only needed to stall for time to secure victory. He had no intention of fighting to the death with his opponent, or even dying together with them in the end.

With a change in mindset, the momentum of the Nancang land king instantly weakened, and he was directly suppressed by the werewolf.

Being suppressed is fine, but the King of Nancang doesn't want to retreat just like that. Otherwise, how can he rule the Southern District and command his subordinates?

However, what Nan Cang didn't notice was that the werewolf, who appeared to be seriously injured, was actually recovering little by little during the battle.

Moreover, extremely faint echoes of primordial power began to accumulate along with the battle between the two.

Nancang Diwang only regarded the werewolves as probes from an unknown force, but the latter regarded this battle as a battle for the Wolf King.

The winner takes all and everything the loser has.

The difference in their perspectives also meant that the two sides weighed completely differently on the scales of this battle.

However, as the fight went on, Nancang Diwang gradually realized something was wrong; the werewolf's vitality was even stronger than he had imagined.

During this time, he also commanded the venomous snakes to constantly tear at the werewolf's body, but the latter persisted and even became more and more frantic as it fought.

"Could I really be taken down by a stray dog ​​on the street?" The Nancang land king was immediately terrified, completely unable to accept that he had ended up like this.

As the land king of the southern district, Nancang still has its own dignity.

"If you want to kill me, there's no way!"

Having occupied the South District for so many years, although I haven't gotten any closer to my career, I've accumulated quite a bit of experience.

Money makes the world go round, and such a large fortune wouldn't just be left lying around.

"late!"

The werewolf, who had been incredibly frantic just moments before, now had an exceptionally clear expression, as if he hadn't been affected by what had just happened at all.

The influence of werewolf blood is severe, and it can easily drive a person into a state of madness.

However, with divine protection and unwavering faith in the gods, one can completely regain their sanity from madness.

Although he regained his senses, Ye Mo's actions remained incredibly reckless.

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Nan Cang's mind, and a sense of deadly crisis involuntarily surged into his heart.

Then, while dealing with his attacks, Yemo, who was close to his body, directly bit the venomous snake that was attacking from the shadows.

"Die!"

With a single bite of its wolf fangs, Ye Mo actually bit off the snake's head, then swallowed it whole.

"You're really asking for death!"

The King of Nancang was dumbfounded. He was still trying to figure out how to get the venomous snake to inject venom into the werewolf's body, but the latter actually courted death by swallowing the snake's head, which was full of venom.

This is a superhuman level venom. Even bronze-level professionals wouldn't dare to do this, or they would be poisoned to death. What kind of impenetrable defense could withstand it?

"You're finished. I don't want to die with you!"

Swallowing the entire snake head would only lead to the werewolf's death. Although losing the venomous snake that communicated with him would have a significant impact, his professional level would still remain, and he could find a way to make up for it in the future.

Therefore, the King of Nancang was even less willing to continue fighting a dead man.

Nancang Diwang was right. Even the werewolf couldn't withstand it. Its internal organs began to gradually corrode due to direct contact with snake venom.

If things continue like this, even without human intervention, it will gradually die on its own.

However, before dying, Ye Mo was determined to kill the King of Nancang.

"Trying to run away? The infamous King of the Land actually wants to escape!" Ye Mo mocked as he continued to fight to the death.

Hearing the werewolf's mockery, Nan Cang felt ashamed and angry, but at this moment he was truly afraid.

The living are naturally afraid of a dead person, so Nancang began to retreat gradually, wanting to avoid the battle.

"Nan Cang, I won this battle!"

Seeing Nancang's actions, Ye Mo was overjoyed. A continuous stream of power surged from his limited stamina, giving the group leader no chance to escape.

"Why can you still fight?" The King of Nancang was on the verge of collapse; couldn't he just die peacefully?

What Nancang Diwang didn't know was that Ye Mo had already been completely brainwashed and had long since disregarded life and death, making him impossible to treat as an ordinary person.

Click!

A beastly claw pierced through the body of the Southern Warehouse King, grasped his heart, and then squeezed it hard.

Tear!

A massive amount of blood erupted, staining all the werewolf's fur red.