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Seeing how powerful that roar was, Lang Yan's face instantly changed.

He held the cub and began to heal it. The bleeding stopped, and it whimpered as it rubbed its head against Lang Yan's chest.

With a 'shua' sound, the little fellow returned to his shoulder. With a panicked expression, it held the stone club in its hand and let out a series of uneasy growls.

Several breaths later, a nearly twenty feet long three-headed hound stopped thirty meters away from Lang Yan. Its eyes swept across the surrounding two-headed hounds as it raised its head to stare at Lang Yan with a sinister expression on its face.

"Human!" "Hand over that little thing in your arms and you can leave. Otherwise, die!"

Feeling the aura exuding from the three-headed hound, the moment it opened its mouth, Lang Yan's heart immediately sank to the bottom.

"Can speak... Heavens! This was a king level savage beast! "A beast king just like Ah Pa, that golden-furred Hou!" Lang Yan screamed in his heart, unable to contain his shock. Ah Pa had once said that a king level savage beast could speak the human tongue, and even in this Savage Forest, a king level or hegemon level savage beast was extremely rare.

He knew full well that a beast king savage beast was not something he and the little guy could contend against. This was the greatest crisis they had faced since entering the forest.

At that moment, he did not dare to hesitate in the slightest. The Wind Controlling Technique wrapped around his entire body before quickly flying up into the sky. His eyes lit up as he rushed out of the dense treetops above his head, fleeing in the opposite direction from the terrifying beast king.

The three-headed hound laughed coldly in disdain when it saw this, "You're courting death!" Its huge body moved as fast as lightning. It jumped on top of the tree trunk and rushed up to the crown of the tree.

Seeing that the King of Beasts was easily able to catch up to him, Lang Yan gritted his teeth and cast the Slow Spell. His whole body's mana circulated to the limit, continuously rushing towards the Wind Manipulation Technique's model around him, exploding forth with the fastest speed he could muster to escape.

The three-headed hound saw the human wave his hand towards it. The air around it immediately became viscous, and all of its movements slowed down as if it was in water. It narrowed its eyes. "What method is this?" "It's a little strange!"

The creature opened its mouth and spat out some green light. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and a huge half moon shaped wind blade was sent flying towards the figure.

With a single thought, several water walls appeared out of nowhere, layer after layer of the wall blocked the way behind him, followed by a series of palm-sized, circular wind blades circling the area. With a wave of his hand, tens of small wind blades intersected and attacked the shockingly large crescent moon shaped beast king's body.

The huge wind blade broke through all the water walls blocking its way without any obstructions, and continued to cut through those tens of small wind blades. Even after being cut down slightly by dozens of times, it still did not stop, and did not give Lang Yan any chance to blink as it chased up to less than three feet from his waist.

In the nick of time, a gray shadow flashed. The little guy spread its wings and leapt behind Lang Yan, gripping the stone rod with both of its hands as it flew towards the gigantic Wind Blade.

"Bam!" With a loud muffled sound, under the incredulous gaze of the three-headed hound that had just broken free from the Sluggish Spell, the wind blade disappeared in the air. The stone staff was so sturdy that it couldn't be pushed back at all, and yet the huge force of the wind blade pressed against the stone staff, heavily hitting the little guy's chest without the slightest pause.

All of this happened in a split-second. Lang Yan didn't even have time to react before he saw the little guy let out a mournful wail, blood spewing wildly from his mouth. His body drew a mournful arc like a kite with a broken string as he fell towards the sea of trees below.

Lang Yan felt as if his head was about to explode. He stared blankly at the thin and short figure that had fallen down, smashing into the treetop below. After passing through, the figure had already disappeared without a trace.

He threw the young white beast into the air and used Wind Controlling Technique to carry it towards the tree crown. "Help me find it," he whispered in its ear, his voice trembling.

The young beast looked back, only to see a thin figure with a warm embrace slowly descending, resolutely moving towards the three-headed hound.

The dragon had a reverse scale, and those who touched it would not rest until they were dead. Lang Yan's reverse scale was his blood relative. Before, there was only his Abba, but now, he was the one who delivered the baby. He had saved the young white beast, but when he saw the beast king, he knew that he was no match for it, so he decided to flee. But now, this little fellow was right in front of him, spitting blood and falling to the ground. You hurt my family! Even if I die, I will bite your flesh and blood!

At this moment, the little guy's wails were still resounding in Lang Yan's ears. His eyes were constantly replaying the scene of it splattering blood all over the sky as it miserably fell.

Both of his eyes were a deep red, as blood rushed to his head. A berserk aura filled his body, and his four limbs trembled as if about to explode. The pores all over his body were emitting a terrifying killing intent.

This was the bloody, fiendish aura accumulated by all the dire beasts and thousands of lives he had lost in the past seven years, ever since he had killed the first dire beast himself at the age of five in the Desolate Land. His half-naked body floated in the air, and his long hair fluttered in the air.

"Aooo!" He let out a heart-wrenching howl towards the sky like a wild beast, completely throwing away all his scruples. The Essence of Primordial Chaos in his sea of consciousness started to spin at an unprecedented speed, shrinking and condensing before it started to expand outwards, and wisps of Chaos Qi rushed out and merged into the flesh of his body. Occasionally, streams of Chaos Qi and Vicious Qi, which were too late for him to fuse, would disperse out through his pores, causing the surrounding natural energies within a hundred zhang to become violent, gradually forming a thousand zhang wide, astonishing whirlpool in the air.

The pupils of the three-headed hound in front of Lang Yan contracted uncontrollably. This petite human who looked like an ant to him right now actually made his heart palpitate with fear. This was a trembling aura that originated from the inheritance of his bloodline, as if the ant in front of him had turned into an ancient mythical beast.

This irresistible pressure caused its entire body to tremble, and its originally savage gaze immediately turned into one of fear. It wanted to escape, but the terrifying aura pressed down on its body like a substance. The trembling of the blood in its body caused its movements to become sluggish, and its limbs to become weak, much worse than the Sluggish Spell from before. It wanted to fight back with its three heads open to find out, due to the disturbance of the spiritual energy vortex above its head, that the raging Essence in the air seemed to be completely out of its control.