C12

Amidst the frightened gazes of the three beast kings, Lang Yan's right hand formed a claw and grasped towards the sky as if it was grabbing at a whirlpool of spirit energy. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at the three-headed hound in front of him and viciously swung it down.

The huge vortex of spirit energy in the air followed Lang Yan's movements, pressing down on the three-headed hound with an earth-shattering might. At the same time, the huge volume of spirit energy in the air rapidly shrank under the pressure, and in an instant, only the three-headed hound's body with a radius of thirty meters, which was ten times thicker than before, was left.

The spirit energy within the whirlpool had long been dissolved by the primordial energy. The elemental energy and elemental energies that were originally intertwined together to form the spirit energy were all stripped away, and the three-headed hound that was sucked into the whirlpool immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream. Elemental energy of all attributes was madly whirling, like a meat grinder, slicing it into pieces.

Lang Yan's body was wrapped in an increasingly more violent and evil aura. With a ferocious look, he reached out both of his hands towards the two sides of the swirl, and then he clapped his hands together. "Pa!" They clashed together.

The whirlpool moved and shrank again. The elemental energy within it became even more violent. The three-headed hound's shrill howls came to a screeching halt, and pieces of energy that were as sharp as knives rapidly rotated. The three beast kings' flesh and bones were minced into dust.

After the vortex had condensed to the limit, a rumbling sound could be heard! With a loud explosion, all the energy inside turned into wisps of floating particles, together with the three dogs' ashes, they were blown away by the wind.

As the murderous intent in his heart gradually calmed down, the Essence of Primal Chaos in his Sea of Consciousness stopped rotating and shrunk into a fingernail-sized sphere of gray Qi, then it stopped moving. His vision gradually became blurry, and his body suddenly became weak.

He tried his best to turn around, anxious to see if the cub had found the little guy. However, his body was trembling uncontrollably; he saw a faint flash of white light from the corner of his eye, and Lang Yan immediately lost consciousness …

"..."

A towering red tower stood at the foot of the mountain.

In a large hall on the second level of the tower, a fourteen to fifteen year old skinny black-robed youth was facing the magic marker in front of him. He was focused on condensing the Fa Li in his body.

Nearly a thousand fire elements quickly condensed in the palm of the youth. With a thought, the fire elements quickly assembled together with his waving hands, following a certain pattern. The complicated model of the elements gradually became perfect.

Seeing that there was a high possibility of success, the youth couldn't help but reveal an expression of joy. However, in the next moment, a few grains of fire became disordered. The originally steady model suddenly stopped, and with a "pu" sound, it dissipated in the air.

At this moment, the doors to the hall were forcefully pushed open. A youth around the same age and with a robust build rushed in hurriedly and shouted loudly towards the black-robed youth, "Ramiel! Not good! Quick, follow me! "

Seeing the complicated model that was about to be formed fail, the black-robed youth was feeling extremely vexed. Hearing the roar, he turned his head towards the sturdy youth and said snappily, "Why are you making such a fuss about it? Just now, my Intermediate Magic, Fire Serpent, was about to succeed … "You …"

Not waiting for him to continue, the sturdy youth's loud roar interrupted him, "What's the use of a fire snake? "Something has happened to your family, quickly follow me!" With that, he turned around and ran away.

Ku Lie Er didn't even turn his head back as he reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said in a rough voice, "I don't know either, it was my brother who said it. My grandfather told him to come find you and ask you to go back immediately, he only said that it was something that happened to your family!"

A small manor quietly sat in the fields, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, a pale yellow.

This was originally a scene filled with beauty, but unfortunately, as he looked in through the open door of the manor, he could see smoke rising from within.

The white-haired old man who was being supported by Kuel spoke to the skinny figure squatting in front of the gate while wiping away his tears, "... By the time the villagers arrived, it was already as hot as a stove, and we couldn't get inside. Your grandfather was lying at the gate, and we searched all over but couldn't find any of the rest of your family. "Sigh!"

Remir lowered his head and kissed the forehead of his grandfather who was in his embrace, placing him gently on a white cloth that had been spread out on the ground. He stood up and took a deep breath, his back facing the crowd as he looked at the scene before him.

A youth half a head taller than Kuel answered hurriedly, "My comrades and I saw the fire and were the first to arrive. We didn't see any enemies, but at that time, a huge bird type demonic beast was flying in the sky …"

Remir murmured, "Huge bird-type demon beasts?" He stepped through the gate and looked around. He did not see anyone or any corpses; he stopped in front of a pile of rubble that should have been his living room. He slowly clenched his hands, looked up at the sky, and laughed softly.

"Hehe …" Hehe … "Hahaha!" As the surrounding elements started to stir, the laughter became louder and louder until it turned into laughter. Just when the laughter reached its most piercing point, a loud boom rang out! A loud sound rang out.

Lang Yan's eyelashes fluttered slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead as he struggled to sit up. He didn't have time to ponder over the scene in his dreams. Instead, he sat up and quickly looked around.

Although the little guy's eyes were closed, he could tell from the tiny breathing that it was still alive. Lang Yan was slightly relieved and began to use his perception to investigate the situation in his body.

When the primordial chaos was formed in his sea of consciousness, it was the size of an egg. After three months in the Wasteland and three months in the Savage Forest, it had already grown to the size of a fist when he faced the three-headed beast.

Lang Yan knew that he had been stimulated, lost his mind, and overused his Primal Chaos Essence, which hadn't matured yet, causing it to be damaged. Fortunately, the situation wasn't so bad that it would dissipate, so he should be able to recover in time.

His meridians and bones had also been severely damaged, resulting from the excessive fusion of the chaotic energy that was beyond the limits of his physical body. Overall, he felt that he was very lucky to be able to kill the three-headed beast king at such a price.