Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

"That's it."

Jiang Zhenyue stood with his hands clasped together, watching the white fox being forced to retreat step by step, and felt a surge of pleasure in his heart.

He had been preparing for this day for a full ten years.

Not only did they spend a fortune and incur a debt of gratitude to the reclusive Spirit Master Clan, but they also thoroughly investigated the records in the Jiang family genealogy about protecting the white fox.

The family tree vaguely mentions that this guardian white fox is a hermaphroditic species.

Normally, it only has three to five tails, but once its cultivation advances to eight tails, it will give birth to a baby fox.

It is both a continuation and the next generation of guardians of the secret treasure.

Since the white fox in front of us has already grown eight tails, it means that a new guardian has been born.

What he wants is to eradicate the problem completely.

Today, we must not only kill this eight-tailed white fox, but also find the young foxes and exterminate them all, completely eliminating the obstacle for the Jiang family's descendants to obtain the secret treasure.

As for these hired warriors, they were merely pawns to weaken White Fox's fighting strength.

Once it's done, there's absolutely no chance of survival.

"It happened!"

Up in the tree, Lan Qin gripped a thick branch, biting her lower lip tightly.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xiaochuan quickly pressed for answers, his gaze fixed on the changes ahead.

Seeing the white fox get struck in the back by the iron eagle's soft sword again, his heart clenched tightly.

In his memory, the little white fox in his house was docile, but it was naturally skilled in illusion magic.

Once the enemy falls for it, they are completely powerless to fight back. How come this eight-tailed white fox's illusion seems to have completely failed?

"Did you see the talismans Jiang Zhenyue gave to those people?"

Lan Qin gritted her teeth, "It's most likely something from the reclusive Spirit Master Clan."

"That race has dealt with intelligent spirits for generations, and they not only know how to tame them, but they are also skilled at making talismans specifically designed to counter the secret arts of spirits."

"No matter how fierce this spirit fox is, without the illusion to restrain it, it will only have brute force and speed at most."

At this point, Lan Qin felt a surge of anger. Just now, she had hoped that the White Fox could wear down 80% of the thugs' fighting strength.

This is also what gave her the confidence to try and steal the treasure.

But the current situation is clearly beyond her expectations.

Although the four were also injured, they fought steadily with the help of talismans. In contrast, the white fox's wounds accumulated more and more, and its decline became increasingly apparent.

"If this drags on any longer, the white fox will surely die."

Lan Qin said to herself, "Once it dies, without its guardian, Jiang Zhenyue can go and absorb the secret treasure."

"At that time, even if I awaken my bloodline and you help me, I might not be able to get any advantage from these roadblocks!"

While Lan Qin was speaking, Jiang Xiaochuan kept his eyes glued to the field.

The white fox's movements became increasingly sluggish, clearly indicating that it was at its last gasp.

He couldn't just stand by and do nothing; this white fox shared the same origin as the little white fox at home.

It might be a relative, or even a close relative, of the little white fox.

We can't just watch it rot away because of this connection.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked around, searching for a suitable time to enter.

"Ow!!"

Suddenly, a sharp fox howl rang out, extremely penetrating, causing the surrounding mist to churn.

Caught off guard, the four attackers stopped in their tracks, clutching their ears and retreating in agony.

Jiang Zhenyue's expression changed as well as he was startled by the howl.

He could see clearly that this was not an ordinary demonstration, but a blood-curdling roar on the verge of death.

At this moment, the eight-tailed white fox in the arena was surrounded by a faint silver glow.

His wounds healed at a visible speed, and a violent light rekindled in his amber vertical pupils.

"It's the body's own healing mechanism!"

Lan Qin gasped, "This white fox was driven to the brink, which triggered the innate bloodline of its clan."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart relaxed slightly, then tightened again in an instant.

He could see clearly that although the white fox's self-healing was fast, the silver light around its body flickered, and although its aura seemed to surge, it was actually unstable and unsteady.

Although this bloodline self-healing ability is special, anyone with discerning eyes can see that it is merely a spent force, relying entirely on overdrawing its life force to sustain itself.

The four people offstage reacted differently, but they all noticed something amiss.

"It won't last long! Don't give it a chance to catch its breath, go all out!"

Iron Eagle suppressed the unease in his chest and abdomen and roared hoarsely.

The old ghost's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "A dying struggle! Perfect. Once it's exhausted, its pelt and inner core will be worth quite a bit!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two exchanged a knowing glance and rushed forward from the left and right.

Up in the tree, Lan Qin's earlier anxiety vanished, and a hint of secret joy flashed in her eyes.

In her view, the white fox was the guardian of the secret treasure.

Dying here would actually save her a lot of trouble later on; the current situation is exactly what she wanted to see.

Lan Qin was in a great mood, but when she turned her head and saw that Jiang Xiaochuan was no longer by her side, she was immediately annoyed.

Taking advantage of the moment she was speaking, this guy silently swooped down.

Meanwhile, Ghost Old Man and Iron Eagle had already closed in on White Fox.

After several rounds of combat, they had already figured out the white fox's tactics and pinpointed its fatal weakness.

Seeing the two approaching, the white fox's amber vertical pupils suddenly contracted. It tried to dodge to the side, but its movements were much slower than before.

The two were overjoyed upon seeing this. As expected, it was a paper tiger. They guessed that the white fox had exhausted all its abilities while healing its wounds.

How could a beast be smarter than a human? The two men were greatly reassured.

"Attack! Shoot straight at its flank!"

The old ghost gave a low shout, and his withered claws went straight for the white fox's wound.

Iron Eagle followed closely behind, his fists brimming with energy, slamming towards White Fox's hind leg joints.

Just then, the pink mark on the white fox's forehead suddenly stopped emitting its alluring glow.

Dense bolts of lightning spread out, instantly covering the entire mark.

"Buzz!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the pale purple lightning suddenly surged.

A blinding ball of light formed, spreading rapidly outwards from the white fox's center.

Wherever the lightning passed, the mist was instantly evaporated.