Chapter 21

She saw Li Qingxuan like a lone boat in stormy waves, amidst the monster's violent pursuit danger arose repeatedly, each dodge made her heart pound with fear.

Li Qingxuan's gaze was like the sharpest blade, constantly analyzing the best dodge angle, trying to find that fleeting opening in the frenzied attack's gaps.

Meanwhile, Li Qingxuan kept firing Soul Arrows in the gaps of the Black Goat's attacks to drain it.

The Black Goat's head and hump are the source of its strength and its most heavily defended spot; a rash attack would be torn apart by those massive horns or the surging filthy power beneath the hump.

Neck… that thought just flashed, the Black Goat's foreleg swept in with an evil wind, forcing Li Qingxuan to tumble messily, coating him in mud and foul slime, leaving him no chance at all!

"The weak point… I can't reach it!" he thought anxiously, the Thunder Pattern Iron Spear thrust again, target still the dragging injured leg, the spear tip crackled with electricity, forcing the Black Goat to let out another pained howl, its movement stalled again.

But Li Qingxuan himself was also numbed in the arm by the recoil, his tiger's mouth split, blood dripping down the spear shaft.

Its formidable Constitution was as unshakable as a boulder, each spear thrust felt like shaking a towering mountain, yet the effect was minuscule while his stamina drained rapidly.

Behind the fortress window, Li Feifei's heart nearly leapt to her throat.

She saw Li Qingxuan's each perilous dodge accompanied by flying stone shards and cracked ground.

Seeing the Black Goat's torn maw spew extremely corrosive transparent saliva, it instantly eroded the ground where Li Qingxuan had just stood into a deep pit, white smoke billowing up.

Seeing Li Qingxuan roll, that horn like a siege hammer barely grazed his back as it fell, shaking the fortress beneath her feet as if it trembled.

Sweat soaked her back, fear made her fingertips icy, but deeper was a feeling of helpless anguish.

Gradually, the Black Goat's attacks became sluggish, as if its ferocious will was finally being eroded by the relentless spiritual assault and the numbing sensation of electricity.

That hulking body, like a small hill, no longer lunged wildly as before; each charge interval lengthened, bringing a heavy, dragged-down fatigue.

Its left hind leg, whose flesh constantly grew and repaired yet was repeatedly pierced by the Thunder Pattern Iron Spear, could no longer support its body, dragging helplessly through the mire, leaving a deep, filthy trail; thick, tar-like blood kept oozing from the wound, emitting an ever stronger stench of blood that mingled with the foul air, making one feel nauseous.

Li Qingxuan keenly sensed the Black Goat's subtle bodily changes, its chest heaving like a drum, each breath filled with burning pain.

Sweat, mud, and sticky black blood intertwined, blurring his vision.

His tiger's mouth had long split, blood staining the Thunder Pattern Iron Spear's shaft dark red, each swing tugging at sore, swollen muscles.

But his gaze shone brilliantly, like a blazing flame in the darkness.

"Its movements have slowed!" Li Qingxuan gasped after another clumsy roll to dodge the sweeping hoof, lowly growling as if firming his judgment: "That injured leg wore it down from the start! Strike while it's sick, take its life."

Li Qingxuan used Spirit as a net, trying to tame the Black Goat; his Spiritual Power surged forth like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the violently struggling, blood‑reeking Heishanyang Cub.

This Spiritual Power carried his strong will—not destruction, but conquest!

"Boom——!"

On the Spiritual Layer, it was as if a thunderclap exploded!

A frigid, chaotic, unyielding violent will, like countless red‑hot steel needles, fiercely stabbed into Li Qingxuan's mind!

This was not rational resistance, but the extreme hatred and frenzied backlash against any external restraint, born of chaotic flesh-and-blood instinct!

"Ugh!" Li Qingxuan grunted, his head splitting with pain, his vision instantly flooded with countless shattered flesh‑phantoms and twisted, bizarre whispers.

His nostrils heated, warm liquid flowed out—it was blood.

The Spiritual Power barrier shuddered violently, nearly torn apart by that pure chaos.

No retreat! Li Qingxuan bit his tongue tip, the sharp pain spurring his Spiritual Power to surge wildly, erupting with greater might.

He firmly locked onto the Black Goat's chaotic consciousness Core, forcibly imprinting his will upon it!

That feeling was like branding his own flesh with a red‑hot iron!

"Moo—ahhh——!"

The real‑world Heishanyang Cub unleashed an unprecedented roar, mingling extreme pain with endless fury!

Its remaining three legs stomped the ground like war hammers, dirt and stone scattering like artillery shells; its twisted head thrashed violently, trying to break free of the invisible shackles.

The living mane covering its whole body writhed and bristled like a startled swarm of snakes!

Tar‑like black blood oozed from the wound, its bloody stench so strong it induced nausea.

At the joint of its left hind leg, the wound repeatedly pierced by the Thunder Pattern Iron Spear tore open again in the violent struggle, a large gush of thick black blood spraying like a fountain, splashing onto nearby stone walls with a "hiss" of corrosion, white smoke billowing.

Now! Li Qingxuan's Spiritual Power, like the toughest chain, seized the moment when the opponent, wracked with pain, had a brief lapse in will, tightening without hesitation!

He mobilized all the power from deep within his soul, fiercely imprinting it upon the Black Goat's consciousness Core!

"Submit!"

The roar on the Spiritual Layer was even more soul‑shaking than the Black Goat's howl!

Li Qingxuan's eyes, nostrils, and corners of his mouth bled, blood flowing from all seven apertures; his face turned ferocious from Spiritual Power exhaustion and the Black Goat's mental clash, yet his gaze burned like a blazing star, his will unbreakable!

Behind the fortress window, Li Feifei's clenched fists whitened at the knuckles as she watched Li Qingxuan unleash Spiritual Power like a madman, her heartstrings pulled taut to the limit.

Gradually, the Black Goat ceased struggling, its massive body, as if drained of all strength, crashed to its knees!

Its twisted head drooped; the torn maw no longer spat transparent saliva, but emitted a mournful, intermittent heavy breath.

The living mane covering its whole body lost its ferocity, lying limp like withered weeds on its skin, and the suffocating stench seemed to thin somewhat.

Li Qingxuan felt the violent, chaotic will in his mind recede like a tide, replaced by a faint yet clear sense of obedience toward himself, as if he had dropped a Sea‑Calming Divine Needle into the raging sea, establishing a true Spiritual Link.

One end of that link is the abyss of chaotic violence, the other his soul, nearly exhausted yet still burning with will.

"Done..." Li Qingxuan's taut heartstrings suddenly loosened, intense dizziness and splitting headache sweeping over him, his vision darkening, his body swaying, he nearly collapsed.

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