Douluo: Wuhun Eats Iron Beast, Never Become a Slave

Chapter 175 The Origin of Darkness
"Ow~"

As Zhao Mu and Hei Bai delved deeper into the area, the continuous howls of wolves echoed, their penetrating sound sending chills down one's spine.

The sound came from afar and approached, seemingly indicating that the owner of the sound was getting closer.

And it wasn't just one.

Soon, rustling sounds began to emanate from around Zhao Mu and Hei Bai.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Mu saw pairs of terrifying dark green eyes.

They seemed to have quite a few, and before anyone knew it, they had already completed the encirclement of Zhao Mu.

Normally, visibility would be greatly reduced in a dark and sunless place like the Lost Canyon, but Zhao Mu had used the Autumn Water Dew, so he was able to see through everything and see everything under the black fog.

Were those desert wolves?
However, they are not entirely like the Steppenwolves outside. These Steppenwolves have dark skin and fur that look like they've been dyed ink, and they have clusters of sharp quills standing up on their backs, making them somewhat different from the Steppenwolves in appearance.

It looks like a new breed that mutated from Steppenwolf.

At this moment, they were like messengers of the night, perfectly blending into the darkness.

"Ow~"

As one of the Dark Wasteland Wolves let out another roar, all the Dark Wasteland Wolves prepared to pounce on Zhao Mu and Hei Bai.

"Is that the wolf king?"

When the dark steppe wolf commanded the other steppe wolves, it also revealed its social status.

After all, only the wolf king can command the wolf pack.

After sensing the energy fluctuations within the Dark Wasteland Wolves around him, Zhao Mu gained a general understanding of their strength.

Most of them are soul beasts with a thousand years of cultivation. The entire wolf pack only has a dozen or so ten-thousand-year-old wasteland wolves, including the wolf king.

However, wolves are always social spirit beasts, and the cooperation of the group can greatly enhance their combat capabilities.

Unfortunately, they encountered Zhao Mu, a Soul Master who was not swayed by numbers.

And the fate of that Dark Wasteland Wolf King came to a complete end after it issued its final command.

Puff puff!
A dozen or so branches shot out instantly, turning the Dark Wasteland Wolf King into a pincushion in his shocked and bewildered gaze.

The presence of a leader often serves to coordinate and direct the members of the group.

Especially for spirit beasts like wolves, whose social structure is strictly governed, the sudden death of the wolf king naturally caused the entire wolf pack to go crazy, and their coordination and cooperation became chaotic.

Zhao Mu did not show any mercy, and continued to urge the branches and vines to attack the Dark Wasteland Wolf.

The Lost Canyon may lack sunlight, which may cause plants to grow poorly, but it doesn't mean they don't exist.

In Zhao Mu's domain, these plants were completely transformed into powerful tools for him to harvest these Dark Wasteland Wolves.

At the same time, Black and White charged into the wolf pack. Their tough exteriors were naturally not something these ancient wolves could break through, so Black and White killed a group of wolves with a single swipe of its paw almost without injury.

With Zhao Mu and Hei Bai's continuous attacks, the wolf pack suffered heavy casualties in an instant. One by one, the Dark Wasteland Wolves stopped their attack, their trembling eyes filled with fear.

They are scared.

"Ow~"

"Ow~"

As the howls of wolves rose and fell, the remaining Dark Wasteland Wolves immediately turned around and scattered in all directions.

After the wolves retreated, a brief period of peace followed.

The corpses of the Dark Wasteland Wolves that Zhao Mu had slain were covered with purple and black soul rings. In addition to the soul rings, faint wisps of black energy also drifted into the depths of the Mysterious Grand Canyon.

Zhao Mu was naturally not interested in the spirit rings of these Dark Wasteland Wolves.

What's strange is that despite killing so many Dark Wasteland Wolves, not a single Soul Bone appeared.

This made Zhao Mu sigh, the drop rate of this soul bone was ridiculously low.

The direction of the black mist also pointed Zhao Mu in the right direction.

Where are these black currents heading? What lies hidden behind the Mysterious Grand Canyon?
Zhao Mu, who wasn't particularly interested in the Soul Master Competition to begin with, became even more curious about it.

Anyway, I can win the Soul Master Competition with any effort.

Following the flow of the black mist, they traveled for about half an hour.

Perhaps because Zhao Mu had defeated the Dark Wasteland Wolf Pack, the journey had been unusually peaceful, and they had not encountered any further attacks from soul beasts.

It wasn't until a high-pitched cry rang out that everything was finally broken once again.

Black mist surged, and birds flew out from the distant mountain peaks.

Like the dark steppe wolf, they are entirely black, with pure black feathers and long tails.

It looks a bit like a phoenix!
It can spew out jet-black flames from its mouth. These flames are corrosive and difficult to extinguish, somewhat similar to Ma Hongjun's evil fire.

These dark phoenixes were also targeting Zhao Mu and Hei Bai, spewing out streams of flame.

Although these flames were much stronger than ordinary flames, they made little difference to Zhao Mu and Hei Bai, who were immune to fire, since they were both completely useless.

"Black and White, use Thunder!"

Instead, after Zhao Mu gave the order, Hei Bai entered Thunder Form, his body filled with silver lightning arcs. Hei Bai gathered all his strength, and the next moment, an extremely thick silver lightning arc shot into the sky.

An electric arc exploded, instantly illuminating everything in the darkness.

Somewhere in the Lost Canyon.

Dressed in papal robes and holding a papal scepter, Bibi Dong slowly walked out. Her light purple hair was completely tied under her crown, making her look even more capable and solemn.

He gazed at the distant horizon illuminated by silver light, and then spoke.

"action!"

At Bibi Dong's command, a large group of figures kneeling behind her instantly sprang into action, including some with formidable auras.

Outside the Lost Canyon.

As the representative of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family, Xue Qinghe also looked towards the Lost Canyon after the thunderclap. Looking at the sky illuminated in the distance, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"The competition format has been changed. With so many people being borrowed, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"

Xue Qinghe wielded immense power in the Papal Palace and commanded a considerable force. The fact that the usually arrogant Bibi Dong would borrow men from him was something Xue Qinghe hadn't anticipated.

After all, Bibi Dong has Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo under her command, plus Bibi Dong herself, which seems to be enough to handle most situations. What arrangement would require the other party to borrow a Title Douluo powerhouse from her?

"Zhao Mu."

This is the only student Xue Qinghe is interested in in this year's Soul Master Competition. If the rumors are true, then Zhao Mu is the only one who can rival him.

Xue Qinghe, who has been outstanding since childhood and is unmatched by anyone, is curious about Zhao Mu, who is rumored to be powerful and has a high profile. At the same time, he also has a strong desire to win him over.

The submission of the strong is undoubtedly more satisfying.

(End of this chapter)