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Chapter 351: Chapter 127: The Giant Wolf That Bit Off the Arm of a God_2

"However, Eden, you really aren’t suited to stay here," Xi Mu’s tone suddenly shifted, "When night falls, I will return to the City of Pleasure to find you."

"Mm." Eden nodded slightly and disappeared into a golden mist.

"Then I’ll take my leave too." Babylon smiled seductively and flew toward the distant mountains. She didn’t really plan to leave; instead, she intended to find a suitable spot to watch the battle, hoping to witness the fight between Ahtal and Spartal.

Shortly after.

"Ah, Miss Eden hasn’t left either," Babylon landed on a protruding rock, her voice filled with surprise:

"Are you worried about Ahtal’s safety?"

"..." Eden gently shook her head, then nodded, leaving Babylon speechless. This woman wouldn’t say outright whether she was worried or not, just nodding and shaking her head, leaving others to guess her thoughts.

But she couldn’t be bothered to care about Eden’s thoughts.

"Will Ahtal win?" Babylon questioned, then answered herself, "If he’s up against Spartal, the situation is uncertain."

She explained this.

"Not only does Spartal have the favor of the God of War and strength beyond human limits, but he also has fangs that can damage deities."

In the distant past, the Monster Witch created many monsters to target the deities of the high heavens. Among them were the fastest eight-legged divine steed, a serpent that could entwine an entire nation, and a giant wolf that could kill anything.

The legendary giant wolf, Fenrir, once bit off a deity’s arm, causing the deity to permanently lose that arm.

This biting seemed to have a conceptual level of power. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Of course, such terrifying power was also the reason for the extinction of Fenrir’s clan; the entire clan that once existed as a group had been completely wiped out.

Only the mixed-blood werewolves remained.

And Spartal had inherited Fenrir’s power; a single bite from him would lead directly to death.

There was no possibility of survival.

"Ahtal, I really appreciate you," Spartal said, revealing a sincere smile, "Without the ’manifesting to me’ magic you generously gave, I wouldn’t have realized how strong I could be."

Xi Mu looked puzzled.

"Who could have thought that the ’manifesting to me’ magic could completely change the form of my existence!" Spartal’s body rapidly swelled, his skin grew grey fur, and he transformed into a nearly three-meter-tall werewolf.

The ’manifesting to me’ magic was described as being able to change oneself completely to fully unleash one’s abilities, making one’s life form more aligned with one’s powers.

And his use of ’manifesting to me’ magic indirectly achieved the result, releasing the full potential of his Fenrir bloodline.

Now he was even more Fenrir than the monster Fenrir.

"Roar—!" In a beast-like roar, Spartal’s body completed the transformation, becoming the legendary giant wolf that once bit off a deity’s arm.

Xi Mu wasted no words; now that this NPC had completed his transformation, able to yield more experience points, there was no need for him to wait. He grasped towards the void with his palm, and the Great Sword of Death materialized out of thin air.

Its blade slashed towards Spartal’s neck.

"Boom—!" A sonic boom erupted; Spartal kicked off with both feet, vanishing from the spot, his speed pulling a ghost image on the retina. This powerful burst of energy and speed spoke of his strength.

"If you can kill me, then our troops will retreat!" Spartal’s hearty laughter echoed through the mountains. Dodging the Great Sword of Death, he suddenly lunged at Ahtal, baring his deity-biting teeth.

Subsequently.

Ahtal grinned, black flames spilling between his teeth, spewing out a black sun that collided head-on with the gaping Spartal.

From a distance, this scene looked like the werewolf was leaping towards the black sun, intending to devour it.

And indeed, he swallowed it.

The power from Fenrir’s Fang played a formidable role, suppressing the power of the black sun in the instant of the bite.

The black sun dispersed.

He could win!

Excitement shone in Spartal’s eyes; even the dragon breath augmented with the power of death could be extinguished by his bite, meaning that Ahtal’s greatest reliance had already failed.

Next, he just needed to guard against Ahtal’s Sword of Light.

"Boom!" The sword blade suddenly struck, cutting through the air near Spartal’s cheek just before he opened his mouth capable of killing deities.

Suddenly, a powerful kick landed on Spartal’s abdomen, hitting him as fiercely as a cannonball sweeping across snow, leaving a long trench behind.

Subsequently.

"Boom!" Xi Mu decisively followed with another Dragon Breath; the black sun emitted terrifying high temperatures, engulfing Spartal, directly puncturing half a mountain.

What happened?

Spartal, holding his face, struggled to get up, his body scorched. Had he not quickly opened his mouth and used Fenrir’s Fang to counter the Dragon Breath, he might already have been finished by it.

The thrill of overpowering the hero disappeared at that moment.

"Is it the difference in combat experience?" He cast his gaze towards the approaching Ahtal and said:

"Next, I won’t underestimate you!"

Previously, his mind had been clouded by strength, discarding human wisdom and experience, turning into a beast. Now he had calmed down, beginning to consider the battle more calmly.

He wouldn’t be easily injured by Ahtal anymore.

Recalling this.

Spartal charged at Ahtal again, but at the last moment, he suddenly changed his pace, circling around Ahtal.