Chapter 101 What You Hold Is Me

The Winged Wolf twisted and turned in the air, waving its sharp claws in an attempt to tear apart the cold green light that was chasing it like a ghost, and it let out a series of roars in an attempt to intimidate this force.

Each of its strikes was extremely swift, and the surrounding trees were easily torn apart, and the grass and vegetation flew everywhere. However, the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades in Wang Yu's hands now seemed to have a will of its own, and it flexibly shuttled between the shadows of the trees, easily avoiding all attacks.

Just when Yi Canglang was about to fight with all his might and stop dodging, and attack with all his strength, the dull and majestic voice sounded again: "End it!"

As the words fell, the Thousand Blades of the Demonic Sword suddenly extended to ten meters, and at the same time burst out with an even more dazzling green light, like the brightest lightning in the night sky, cutting through the darkness before dawn.

The next moment, Wang Yu swung his sword and chopped down, not giving Yi Canglang any chance to dodge.

The ten-meter-long magic knife slashed at the neck of the Winged Wolf with precision and at a speed that was almost beyond the reach of the naked eye.

There was a crisp and dull "click" sound, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Winged Wolf's huge body paused in the air, its eyes wide open in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, its head separated from its body and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding grass red, and the powerful aura on his body dissipated.

The physical defense that Yi Canglang has always been proud of was useless in front of Wang Yu's attack.
"Wang Yu" put away his knife and stood there, quietly admiring the bloody scene of the Winged Wolf spurting out like a fountain.

Then he raised the magic knife, and soon, the huge body of the dead winged wolf began to glow with the light of fireflies, gradually outlining the complete contour of its entire body.

As the skull pattern on the handle of the magic knife began to glow with the same luster, the soul of the Winged Wolf slowly separated from its original body.

Unlike the previous slave-level and general-level spirit remnants, the soul of the Winged Cang Wolf, which has reached the commander-level, is still extremely huge.

This giant soul even still possessed self-awareness. After being separated, it immediately rushed towards "Wang Yu" with reluctance and anger towards death, and a cold gale that went straight into its soul.

It was simply the same as being alive. The mountain-like aura and enormous pressure of the commander-level were even more terrifying because they carried a strong breath of death.

When the soul of the Winged Wolf approached "Wang Yu", it suddenly opened its huge mouth and bit towards his head.

However, "Wang Yu" just sneered when he saw this, and then he actually opened his mouth.

Along with the appearance of a light blue vortex, rays of dark blue light shot towards the soul of Yi Canglang like soul-binding chains.

The Winged Wolf was obviously very afraid of this chain. It took a few steps back, looked panicked, and even turned around to float away.

"Wang Yu" naturally didn't intend to let it go easily. How could he let the delicious food slip away when it was already in his mouth?

The host is usually very stingy and doesn't even remember to feed the souls of slaves and generals to the magic sword. Now, this commander-level soul will not be allowed to escape no matter what.

Thousands of dark blue soul chains were intertwined and rushed forward rapidly, piercing through Yi Canglang's huge soul one after another, tightly hooking Yi Canglan's entire soul.

Just as the Winged Wolf's soul was about to fly away, it was tied up tightly, and then it was continuously pulled towards the light blue vortex in "Wang Yu's" mouth by the intricate soul chains.

The Winged Wolf roared like a ghost in fear, but he couldn't break free from the dark blue light emitted from the light blue vortex, nor could he break free from the countless hooks.

The soul is actually very light. Even though the Winged Wolf was huge and had great strength when he was alive, it was easily pulled by Wang Yu's soul-snatching power. The more it was pulled, the closer it got to the vortex, and the smaller the Winged Wolf became. When it was pulled to Wang Yu's mouth, it completely turned into a dark blue candle.

Afterwards, "Wang Yu" stuck out his tongue and easily swallowed the candlelight into his stomach. He chewed it carefully, with a very satisfied expression on his face.

Wang Yu, whose consciousness was moved to an unknown space, witnessed everything, but he could only watch as this priceless commander-level spirit was swallowed by the being who saved him.

"This little thing will be regarded as the interest for this sale. Next time you want to ask me for help, you need at least ten souls of this quality."

Just when he was secretly feeling regret and heartache, Wang Yu suddenly heard the mysterious being say.

As these words fell, Wang Yu's body trembled slightly, his pupils returned to normal, and his consciousness gradually returned. At this moment, the ancient and powerful power gradually left his body.

Wang Yu's face was full of fatigue and confusion when he came back to his senses, but the huge corpse of the Winged Wolf in front of him and the army of demon wolves around him that were so frightened that they couldn't move proved that he was not dreaming.

Wang Yu remained silent for a long time, then he summoned all the shadow soldiers with a thought.

"Don't leave any one behind!!!" Wang Yu ordered.

"Yes"

Black Widow attacked first, piercing the chest of the one-eyed wolf closest to Wang Yu with her sharp claws.

The Winged Wolf was killed, and there were not even fifteen general-level demon wolves left, so a bloody massacre began.
"Who are you???" After handing over the task of dealing with the remaining magic wolves to his subordinates, Wang Yu immediately collapsed to the ground, but soon forced himself to sit up, and asked solemnly to the magic knife in his hand.

Although he asked this question, he had some guesses in his mind.
The Demonic Sword Thousand Blades is never an ordinary sword
"Tick tock. Tick tock"

The air was eerily quiet. After Wang Yu asked this question, the magic knife did not move for a moment, as if it were a dead object.

Fortunately, when the second hand of the mechanical watch on his wrist turned two and a half circles, a sigh finally came from the distance.

The next moment, an irresistible force suddenly surged out from the magic knife and instantly enveloped Wang Yu.

The scene around him began to distort again, as if time and space were being kneaded by an invisible hand, and the boundary between reality and illusion became blurred.

Wang Yu was dragged into the dark and deep space again. There was no sky or earth here, only endless darkness and particles flashing with dim light, like the farthest stars in the night sky.

The air is filled with an ancient and musty smell, which makes people involuntarily feel a sense of oppression from ancient times.

In this void, a deep and distant voice echoed in his mind: "You are here"

As the voice faded, a human silhouette gradually emerged from the darkness.

It was an entity woven from dark green light, with a blurred face and only a pair of empty eye sockets flickering with dark fire, as if it could see into the souls of all things in the world.

Wang Yu's pupils shrank slightly. He tried to calm down and tried to communicate with this unknown existence: "What are you?"

The voice in front of him carried a hint of sarcasm and helplessness: "What you hold in your hand is me."

(End of this chapter)