The Wolf’s Bride

It felt as if there was no Andrius and no island. There were only afterimages of the spear as far as the eye could see, converging into a spear of his end.

The golden spear pierced through the heavens and earth, possessing unimaginable power.

Swoosh!

Swish!

St. Dmitri did not dare to underestimate it. All his arms reached out to grab the spear.

Although he knew that the attack was powerful, he did not truly take it seriously. He had absolute confidence in his strength and did not think that Andrius could beat him with just this spear.

However, the next moment, the golden spear approached.

In just a short period, it forced back the bloody aura around him and almost pierced into his chest.

At the same time, St. Dmitri’s fingers also gripped the spearhead tightly.

Creak…

Snap…

This time, the roles were reversed.

St. Dmitri’s blood–colored arms collapsed and dissolved after grabbing the spear. The bloody aura faded from the surroundings and thinned out before completely dissipating.

Andrius‘ inner energy had the attributes of extreme righteousness and extreme heat, which restrained St. Dmitri’s aura.

Earlier, it was just that Andrius‘ inner energy was too weak.

This time, with the Argentum Qilin Spear and the ninth form of the Burden of Nine Skies, his inner energy was amplified a thousandfold, posing a real threat to St. Dmitri.

“Pfft…”

Finally, after dissolving ten bloody arms, the spear shrank to the size of a finger.

However, it still pierced St. Dmitri’s chest.

St. Dmitri, one of the three giants of the Obaro continent, was injured by Andrius‘ spear!

“What…”

“He’s truly the Wolf King….

Noir and the Arctic Fox had been observing as they ran. They could not help but be stunned after witnessing this scene. However, they quickly reacted and confidently ran toward the distance.

In their view, since Andrius could injure St. Dmitri, he should be able to resist for a while.

Them staying behind would only drag Andrius down.

On the battlefield…

“You… How dare you injure me?! You’re dead!”

St. Dmitri also did not expect that he would be injured by a junior due to his carelessness. He could not help but be furious, his killing intent erupting.

Boom…

As he spoke, a blood–red light shone from the sky. Almost half of Praxis Island. was dyed in an ominous color.

St. Dmitri bathed in a bloody aura, resembling a demon. He exuded a chilling killing intent as he strode toward Andrius.

Bam!

He threw a punch, unleashing blood–colored dragons. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Andrius was shocked and immediately used the Burden of Nine Skies.

However, even the ninth form could not resist St. Dmitri’s wrath. The long spear was brushed aside in just an instant.

St. Dmitri’s true form opened his blood–filled mouth and bit into Andrius‘ shoulder.

Spurt…

Crimson blood spurted from Andrius‘ artery and was sucked into St. Dmitri’s mouth.

The attributes of extreme righteousness and extreme heat erupted instantly.

However, the disparity in power between the two was vast. St. Dmitri only felt at scorching sensation in his mouth and did not immediately suffer severe injuries as the priest did.

It was just a scalded mouth. St. Dmitri paid no mind and continued to absorb. slurp…

Slurp…

The sound carried a hint of mockery and despair.

If St. Dmitri sucked Andrius‘ blood dry, the latter would be helpless no matter how powerful he was.

Swoosh…

At the critical moment, Andrius gritted his teeth, gathered the last of his strength, and slammed the Argentum Qilin Spear heavily on the ground. He used the rebounding force to ascend into the air.

Whoosh-

At the highest point, he accelerated toward St. Dmitri’s back at an increasingly faster speed.

“Hm?”

As a Martial Saint, St. Dmitri naturally had keen ears and sensed the descending spear from the sky.

Just as he prepared to dodge, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around his back tightly. It was Andrius.