Chapter 80

The Black Goat's heavy panting sounded like the hiss of an old bellows; each violent charge carried the tearing pain of its wound, warm fresh blood slowly seeping from the gruesome wound on its flank, dripping onto the ice surface, instantly congealing into dark-red ice beads, which were then crushed by its own hooves and ground into ice shards.

The dizziness from the pain and Spiritual Shock clung to it like a bone‑deep maggot, making its massive body lose agility, while its deep eyes churned with uncontrollable rage and killing intent.

The remaining few wolves were utterly driven into ferocity by the scent of blood, like hyenas smelling carrion, and under the Wolf King's low, urgent roar their assault suddenly turned even more frenzied!

Several Demon Wolves ceased probing, howling as they lunged simultaneously from front and flank, their sharp claws whistling through the air, aiming straight for the Black Goat's bleeding belly and its relatively fragile tendons and ligaments!

They sought to take advantage of the beast's injury to drag it down completely and tear it apart!

Li Qingxuan's left-hand fingers were almost sinking into the Black Goat's tough hide, the joints whitening from excessive force.

He could clearly sense the condition of his mount beneath him, knowing he could not delay any longer and must end the fight quickly.

The frostbite on his waist and abdomen, where an Ice Spike had grazed him, now felt like a red‑hot branding iron, searing his nerves in the extreme cold, each breath tugging at that patch of bone‑chilling skin.

As the Wolf Pack surged forward, his right hand's Changqiang instantly turned into a silver storm of death!

The spear tip no longer sought wide sweeps; instead, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, it struck precise, swift, and deadly!

Each thrust was accompanied by a teeth‑grating bone‑crack and the dying howl of a Demon Wolf.

One Demon Wolf, about to leap with blade‑like fangs aimed at the Black Goat's throat, was pierced by the spear tip from its lower jaw straight through the skull.

Another Demon Wolf attempting to rip open the belly from the flank had its throat suddenly burst open in a blood‑filled wound, dark blood spraying like a foul fountain.

Yet another cunningly low‑slung Demon Wolf tried to strike the Black Goat's hind tendons, but Li Qingxuan flicked his wrist, the Changqiang lashing like a whip across its waist and spine, snapping the vertebral column like brittle bamboo, leaving it limp on the ground, whining incessantly.

Li Qingxuan wielded his Changqiang in an impenetrable flurry, swiftly slaying Demon Wolf after Demon Wolf while continually repelling the Wolf King's sneak attacks; soon the entire Wolf Pack was slaughtered, the tide‑like assault abruptly ceasing.

Li Qingxuan endured his fatigue, sitting on the Black Goat's back, his fierce gaze locked unblinkingly on the Wolf King not far away.

The Icefield Demon Wolf King's gloomy green slit pupils suddenly narrowed to two slits, as if condensing all the Icefield's malice and ferocity within!

Its suppressed throat‑growl instantly rose to a piercing shriek that tore the sky; the invisible Spiritual Shock Wave, like a solidified Ice Spike, viciously stabbed at Li Qingxuan's mind, seeking to crush his will while he was fatigued.

At the same moment, the Wolf King's massive body lowered sharply, its ice‑covered back bowing like a fully drawn bow, its four claws gouging deep grooves in the ice, storing up the force of a thunder‑ous pounce.

Eerie blue cold light surged wildly in the air, and several ice spikes thicker and sharper than before rapidly condensed before it, their tips aimed at Li Qingxuan's brow and heart, poised to strike.

Li Qingxuan clenched his teeth; as he twisted his waist, the frostbite sent a piercing pain, each breath pulling at that patch of bone‑chilling skin, while the stench of blood mixed with the Wolf King's musky odor flooded his nostrils.

Li Qingxuan gritted his teeth and held on, his left hand gripping the rein tied to the Black Goat's horn, using it to steady his stance.

Granulation tissue slowly formed on the Black Goat's flank wound, warm beads of blood trickling down its fur to bloom as vivid crimson spots on the ice; its heavy panting wrapped in white mist surged forth, yet its deep eyes remained locked on the Wolf King, killing intent boiling over.

"You beast!" Li Qingxuan roared, his shout drowning out the Wolf King's howl.

His right arm muscles bulged like iron, the Changqiang humming and trembling; the residual Demon Wolf blood on the spear tip, not yet congealed, instantly transformed into a silver thunderbolt that ripped through the cold wind.

Instead of retreating, he surged forward, kicking hard off the Black Goat's back to launch himself airborne, his spear thrust like a dragon straight for the Wolf King's throat.

Where the spear's wind passed, ice chips burst like stars, piercing light and blood intertwining into a vortex of death.

The Black Goat simultaneously erupted, its massive hooves shattering the ice with cracks spreading like thunder; its sturdy horns, bearing the force of a thousand jun, slammed brutally into the Wolf King's flank, cutting off its escape—man and beast, fighting for their lives in desperation, tore apart the Icefield's deathly silence.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—" three Ice Spikes shot forth; the Wolf King followed close behind, and upon nearing, it suddenly leapt, lunging to kill Li Qingxuan.

The piercing whistle of the Ice Spikes cleaving the air and the foul wind raised by the Wolf King's lunge arrived almost simultaneously; Li Qingxuan swung his Changqiang, shattering the ice spikes, and just as his old strength was spent and new strength not yet born, the Wolf King's lunge came, seeming about to tear him apart with its jaws.

At the critical moment, the Black Goat surged forward, its stout horns thrusting upward to pierce the Wolf King's soft belly; the Wolf King twisted in mid‑air, stepped heavily on the horn, and lightly sprang backward.

Li Qingxuan, having fallen onto the Black Goat's back, turned his head to look toward the Icefield Demon Wolf King.

The blow missed; the Icefield Demon Wolf King that had landed swiftly circled behind the Black Goat, leapt up again, and lunged to kill Li Qingxuan once more.

Its cavernous maw flung open, forest‑white fangs like crescent blades, carrying the Icefield's savage aura, aiming straight for his defenseless waist and abdomen; the gloomy green slit pupils were right before his eyes, reflecting Li Qingxuan's figure, full of cruel blood‑thirsty delight.

Li Qingxuan flicked the rein, and with a "Moo—roar!" the Black Goat beneath him exploded forward at breakneck speed.

The foul wind nearly grazed his neck; the empty swipe of its massive claws tore the air with a whine that pierced his eardrums; the Wolf King's huge body hit the ground, sending ice and snow flying everywhere, its frost‑covered ferocious head almost scraping the Black Goat's tail fur as it swept past, the blood‑thirsty delight in its gloomy green slit pupils instantly replaced by shock.

Li Qingxuan seized the moment, lying supine on the Black Goat's back, his Changqiang surging like a dragon, he viciously stabbed the Icefield Demon Wolf King's chin, gouging a huge wound.

The Icefield Demon Wolf King crashed to the ground, scalding beast blood gushing from its lower jaw wound, splashing large patches of vivid crimson onto the icy blue surface; it staggered to its feet and retreated a few steps, seeming to show reluctance.

However, this hint of retreat lasted only an instant; the intense pain not only failed to extinguish its ferocity, but, like pouring cold water into hot oil, instantly provoked an even more frenzied and vicious backlash.

Its gloomy green slit pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, the icy blue cold light within them churning and twisting wildly, as if a polar storm exploded in the depths of its eyes.

From its shattered maw, the roar was forcibly suppressed, turning into a hair‑raising, blood‑flecked "ge‑ge" sound.

It endured the tearing pain of its lower jaw, then violently shook its head; the frost‑laden hairs stained with its own blood stood on end, and the icy chill swelling around its body surged to many times its former intensity.

"Crack! Crack‑crack‑crack—!"

Centred on the Wolf King, the snow within a radius of several zhang burst without warning, countless sharp ice shards like hell's thorns erupting with a piercing crackling sound, shooting up instantly from the ground.

These ice shards were not chaotic; they were imbued with a chilling killing intent, densely blocking the path ahead of Li Qingxuan and the Black Goat's charge, like a deadly cage of bars vowing to slay this man‑and‑beast on the spot.

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