8: Liu Erlong

Xuan Huang Flame! Possess!

With a thought, a deep, heavy, dark yellow flame, carrying an ancient aura, instantly rose from Mo Yuhan's body!

Unlike ordinary flames that are wild and untamed, Xuan Huang Flame was as calm as water, its color dark andShen, as if carrying the weight of the earth.

The moment Xuan Huang Flame appeared, the surrounding air seemed to subtly twist, emitting a scorching sensation that felt like it was burning the very essence of things.

Facing the Ghost-Striped Tiger's giant claw, strong enough to shatter rocks, Mo Yuhan chose not to retreat—the narrow space and the opponent's speed left him no escape!

"First Spirit Ability—Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash!"

As he let out a tender yet exceptionally firm low roar, the first yellow spirit ring encircling his body abruptly lit up!

The calm Xuan Huang Flame, as if imbued with life, instantly condensed and shaped itself on his body.

The dark flames surged and accumulated wildly on his shoulders and forearms, instantly forming a thick, flowing flame armor, like the mane of a mighty lion.

The flames were not purely yellow, but had a metallic, dark luster, especially at the shoulders and the front of the elbows, where the flames outlined clear, powerful lion head contours, as if two invisible flame lions were guarding his small body.

The flowing flames churned, emitting a heart-palpitating heat and pressure.

Facing the Ghost-Striped Tiger's powerful attack, Mo Yuhan advanced instead of retreating. When the distance was just right, he stomped his left foot fiercely, instantly scorching a black footprint into the decaying leaves beneath.

His small body, encased in the dark lion-shaped flame armor, shot out like a cannonball, bravely launching a short, explosive charge in the direction the Ghost-Striped Tiger was pouncing from.

The Ghost-Striped Tiger seemed somewhat surprised. It could feel that the aura of the prey in front of it was not strong, and it had never seen such a tiny prey dare to charge at it proactively. Its inherent bloodthirsty ferocity made it even more violent, and its giant claw, with a tearing shriek, fiercely swatted at Mo Yuhan's head!

"Bang—!"

A dull and loud crash sounded!

The Ghost-Striped Tiger's sharp claw solidly struck Mo Yuhan's forearm, which was covered in thick lion head flame armor! The immense force made Mo Yuhan's entire body tremble violently, and his feet instantly sank into the fallen leaves. His knees bore terrifying pressure, as if they were about to shatter.

However, the seemingly heavy Xuan Huang Lion Flame Armor was not shattered! The dark flames violently churned and dented, yet stubbornly held their ground, like the toughest alloy.

The moment the flames contacted the tiger's claw—

The dark flames did not burn fiercely on the surface of the tiger's claw; instead, like maggots clinging to bone, they followed the point of contact, transforming into countless fine, scorching lines of fire, ignoring the defense of the fur, and directly burrowing into the Ghost-Striped Tiger's muscles and bones.

An indescribable, excruciating pain, as if burning from the depths of its bone marrow, instantly swept through the Ghost-Striped Tiger's right foreleg.

At the same time, the "Lion Might" effect brought by the Flame Lion spirit ring manifested. The lion head outline, condensed from flames on Mo Yuhan's body, suddenly let out an invisible roar, and a deterrent force originating from its bloodline fiercely slammed into the Ghost-Striped Tiger's mind.

Its massive body suddenly stiffened, and a hint of instinctive fear flashed in its crimson tiger eyes. The momentum of its violent pounce seemed to be bound by invisible chains, suddenly becoming sluggish. The surging qi and blood and Soul Power within its body felt as if a block of ice had been thrown into them, chilling it to the core.

"Now!"

Using the recoil from blocking with his forearm, his body spun sharply. His right shoulder, covered in the thick lion head flame armor, carrying all his strength and the calm, scorching heat of the Xuan Huang Flame, like a battering ram, fiercely slammed into the Ghost-Striped Tiger's relatively soft flank, which had slightly opened due to the intense pain.

Second impact!

This impact was even duller, yet it carried a destructive penetrative force.

Mo Yuhan's small shoulder crashed into the Ghost-Striped Tiger's ribs, and the dark Xuan Huang Flame, as if finding an outlet, surged wildly into the tiger's body along the point of impact. The even more intense burning pain made the Ghost-Striped Tiger let out a shrill, distorted wail, and its massive body flew sideways.

The Xuan Huang Flame that had burrowed into its body was like a greedy venomous snake, raging through the Ghost-Striped Tiger's meridians and blood vessels, scorching the very source of its vitality.

"Roar—!"

The Ghost-Striped Tiger only managed to let out a brief, mournful cry before its life force was completely extinguished. It twitched violently a few times, its crimson tiger eyes rapidly dimmed, and finally, it crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Mo Yuhan panted slightly, the Xuan Huang Lion Flame Armor covering him slowly receded, revealing his ink-colored tight-fitting attire stained with mud and grass. He walked to the Ghost-Striped Tiger's corpse, looking at the still slightly twisting dark yellow flames, his eyes as calm as water.

He glanced at the massive corpse, and faint purple light points began to condense above its body. Even just observing, one could clearly feel the immense energy contained within.

"What a pity, it's not quite suitable for me."

Not only was it the age, but also because this Ghost-Striped Tiger had no fire attribute at all, but was entirely dark-attributed. Absorbing its spirit ring might weaken the power of Xuan Huang Flame instead.

Such a bloody smell would attract greater trouble. Mo Yuhan checked to make sure no Spirit Bone had dropped before confirming his direction.

The small figure once again disappeared into the dense Star Dou Forest, leaving behind only a tiger corpse, its interior charred beyond recognition, and the lingering scent of burning in the air.

...

On the other side, the air in the mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest seemed to solidify, permeated with the damp chill of decaying leaves and a heart-palpitating, sickly sweet scent.

The branches of towering ancient trees intertwined like ghostly claws, casting deep shadows.

On this gloomy stage of death, a hot, wild, powerful flame was being gripped by cold fangs at its throat.

Liu Erlong leaned against a moss-covered, cold giant rock, panting heavily, each breath pulling at the tearing pain in her left arm.

For eighteen years, this was the first time she had tasted despair.

Her body was like a taut bowstring, exuding a wild sexiness on the verge of its limits, yet also carrying the fragility of desperation.

Liu Erlong was undoubtedly extremely beautiful. At this moment, she was like a burning, delicate thorn, with a dazzling sharpness.

Her long hair, crimson like molten lava, was wetly plastered to her sweaty temples, falling onto her honey-colored neck, with a few strands clinging to her full, red lips, tightly pressed together in pain, adding a touch of broken allure.

Her skin was a healthy and vibrant honey-gold. At this moment, soaked in sweat mixed with dirt and fallen leaves, it was like a layer of glossy glaze, smooth and firm, every inch of muscle imbued with the power of a volcano.

Sweat traced the defined, powerful lines of her collarbones, disappearing into her fiery red leather armor, which was already torn beyond recognition.

The left shoulder of the leather armor was almost completely ripped off, revealing a rounded, explosive shoulder and a honey-gold arm with extremely smooth muscle lines.

A deep, bone-deep claw mark, however, now marred its beauty, savagely cutting across it, the edges of the wound curled back, oozing thick, foul-smelling blackish-purple poisonous blood, a shocking sight.

And the hem of her leather armor was even worse. It was torn to barely cover her full, firm buttocks, revealing a section of her honey-colored waist and abdomen, stained with mud and grass, her abdominal muscles deeply carved as if by a knife, full of a primitive, wild, sensual power.

Similarly tattered leather pants tightly encased her long and amazingly elastic long legs. The leather boot on one foot was nowhere to be seen, revealing a muddy and blood-stained jade foot.

Liu Erlong was like a wounded lioness cornered on a cliff, sexy and dangerous, with an unyielding flame burning in her eyes, yet swaying precariously, eroded by the potent venom.

Her iconic pair of crimson eyes, at this moment, besides rage, were also clouded with a grayish haze caused by the spreading toxin.

Because, at this moment, staring deadly at her, was a terrifying Ten-Thousand-Year Ghost-Faced Demon Spider!