Chapter 3432 — Ending the Fight!

"Awoo!" Fire Wolf War God Number Eight let out a miserable howl and began to tremble on the ground. Wei Zhao seized the chance—no order was even needed; Little Wind had already carried him around to Eight's back.

"Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Form Eleven!" Wei Zhao swiftly unleashed his strongest martial technique to date. True, this form lacked the attack bonus of the essence necklace, but even so it was enough—enough to leave Fire Wolf War God Number Eight gravely wounded.

"Little One, hit him! Use a martial technique on him!" Wei Zhao seized the moment and shouted his orders to Little One.

But Little One glanced up at Wei Zhao, then went right on hammering his fists into the sparking, electrified body of Fire Wolf War God Number Eight, paying no heed to Wei Zhao's instructions—no martial technique at all.

"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. At this rate, how many blows would it take to beat Number Eight to death? Strike after strike like this—no matter how great the raw strength, it was far inferior to a martial technique.

Originally, Wei Zhao could have followed up with another Form Ten of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm backed by the attack bonus—equivalent to Form Eleven of the technique. Then the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast could have loosed another lightning bolt at Fire Wolf War God Number Five, Wei Zhao could have slammed him with Form Eleven, Song Lingwei could have thrown in her strongest martial technique, and Little One could have lent a hand on the side—Number Five would have died beyond any doubt. Afterward Wei Zhao would only have needed to restore his own and Little Wind's stamina and true qi. It would have saved time in the fight.

But now it was clear Little One simply could not unleash martial techniques. If Wei Zhao did not keep attacking, then once Fire Wolf War God Number Eight recovered, it would still be a problem.

With no other choice, Wei Zhao abandoned his earlier plan and went back to doing things by the book—once more he landed a Form Ten of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm on Fire Wolf War God Number Eight's back, and only then finished him off.

The trouble was that Wei Zhao's stamina and true qi were spent. Now he could see it clearly: this puppet avatar looked impressive, but it was all show and no substance. It could not use martial techniques. It could tie an opponent down, true, but actually inflicting damage was somewhat troublesome.

But this was no time to dwell on such things. Wei Zhao's pressing task was to recover his stamina and true qi as quickly as possible, so that he could face the last enemy at full strength. He plunged frantically into the jade pendant space to absorb energy, while Little One went off to help Song Lingwei.

Even with Little One's help, Song Lingwei was still no match for Fire Wolf War God Number Five—because by now Song Lingwei was showing signs of her stamina giving out. Fire Wolf War God Number Five had the upper hand, and yet he could not feel the least bit pleased.

Before, he would have been elated. But every man he had brought was dead; only he remained. Fire Wolf War God Number Five had already begun toying with the idea of retreat—there was absolutely no way he could carry Song Lingwei off today. So preserving his own life took priority.

And yet, in the present situation, could he get away? With only Song Lingwei, perhaps it would be another matter—after all, her stamina had begun to fail. But Little One had joined the fight as well, and Fire Wolf War God Number Five found himself flustered and hard-pressed.

Then there was Wei Zhao, still watching hungrily from the side, leaving him no idea when Wei Zhao and his spirit beast might launch an attack. Fire Wolf War God Number Five also could not understand it: if Wei Zhao joined the fight now, he would be dead beyond any doubt—yet Wei Zhao perversely did not come. Something about it felt wrong, but he could not figure out what, and he had no time to think.

All his energy was bent on holding off Song Lingwei and Little One.

Earlier, Song Lingwei had already been losing ground, but with Little One joining in, the two of them soon had Fire Wolf War God Number Five fighting on the back foot, and he could not voice his misery enough.

Had he known that the Huaxia cultivation world held such a formidable man-and-beast-as-one cultivator—and one lending his strength to the Song family—they would have gathered intelligence before coming. As it stood, they had not taken Song Lingwei, and this man-and-beast-as-one fellow had, with a flurry of slashes and slaps, put three of them down outright.

He was baffled: how could this man be so formidable? Every time it was a lightning bolt from the spirit beast plus two palms, and Numbers Seven and Eight were gone. Even for a great-perfection expert, no one had ever heard of three moves finishing off an opponent of the same rank.

Yet it was happening right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Wei Zhao's stamina and true qi were recovering quickly, but this time he need not hasten to restore the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast's stamina and true qi—one lightning bolt plus two forms of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, and this time Wei Zhao would surely be able to finish off Fire Wolf War God Number Five.

"Little Wind, get ready!" Wei Zhao ordered Little Wind.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast roared three times to show it understood. It too felt a surge of excitement, knowing the enemy before them was the last one. Lightning began to flicker on its horn once more...

The roar of the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast startled Fire Wolf War God Number Five; he lost his footing and nearly toppled to the ground. So it was starting again? My life is finished!

He knew Wei Zhao would certainly make a move—he just did not know when. Seeing the electric current flicker on the spirit beast's horn, in that instant he suddenly seemed to grasp something.

That was it—perhaps Wei Zhao always waited a while because his spirit beast could not unleash martial techniques in quick succession. This lightning technique was rather unusual; it likely needed a while to recover.

It never occurred to him to suspect Wei Zhao himself—after all, Wei Zhao was a cultivator like him, and he would never have given it a second thought. But a spirit beast was different... Still, he did not know how close his guess actually came. And even close, it could not save him from his final fate.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning and a peal of thunder came crashing down, striking Fire Wolf War God Number Five square on the head. This time he had not the slightest thought of dodging. All hope was dead within him; he stood where he was and waited for the lightning to arrive. Song Lingwei and Little One, seizing the moment, pressed their attack on Fire Wolf War God Number Five.

At the same instant, Little Wind had already carried Wei Zhao around to Fire Wolf War God Number Five's back.

"Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Form Eleven!" Wei Zhao swiftly unleashed his strongest martial technique to date. True, this form still lacked the attack bonus of the essence necklace, but it hardly mattered—Wei Zhao immediately followed with another Form Ten of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm. And Form Ten carried the essence necklace's attack bonus, equivalent to Form Eleven of the ordinary Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm.

Fire Wolf War God Number Five spewed a mouthful of fresh blood and, caught in the pincer of Wei Zhao, Song Lingwei, and Little One, collapsed to the ground—dead beyond any shadow of a doubt. (To be continued...)