The Wind Wolves, a pack of sixth-tier magical beasts with the attribute of wind, were formidable when encountered in groups. Even a single Wind Wolf could be killed at the sixth tier, but a pack could easily bring down a seventh-tier powerhouse.
Although faint traces of dragon aura lingered in the air, they were now completely overshadowed by the blood sprayed out by Ye Han. Attracted by the scent of blood, the Wind Wolves had consumed the undried zombie blood, turning them into zombie beasts.
Zombies, every part of their body contained domineering corpse poison. Any creature that consumed it either died or became a mindless zombie beast.
Out of the hundred Wind Wolves that roamed, only a little over fifty remained. The rest were either poisoned to death or devoured by the zombie beasts.
"Well, I shall give you a grand gift," Ye Han muttered coldly as he looked in the direction of Kelter City, not believing for a second that the city hadn't reacted over these days.
Leading the fifty-plus zombie beasts, Ye Han quickly arrived at the Wind Wolves' gathering place. What he saw was a dense pack of adult and juvenile Wind Wolves, easily numbering over a thousand. In the center lay a Wind Wolf twice the size of the others, with blue fur.
With a thought from Ye Han, the fifty-plus zombie beasts swarmed forward while Ye Han himself shot towards the largest Wind Wolf. "Capture the leader first," he thought.
His fist, cutting through the air with a whoosh, aimed ruthlessly at the slumbering Wind Wolf. At the same time, the fifty zombie beasts plunged into the pack, tearing and biting frantically.
Just as Ye Han's fist was about to strike the largest Wind Wolf, a massive wind blade appeared out of nowhere, colliding fiercely with his fist.
"Boom!" Ye Han was forced back several steps by the powerful blow. "Not bad, reaching the peak of the seventh-tier," Ye Han commented with a light smile as he picked up speed.
Facing a peak seventh-tier magical beast, Ye Han did not dare to be careless. Although he now possessed the strength of the eighth tier, magical beasts were often much more powerful than humans of the same tier. That sudden wind blade was equivalent to a full-strength strike from a sixth-tier swordsman.
The giant Wind Wolf, almost two zhang in size, became a blur and appeared atop a huge rock five zhang away from Ye Han, letting out a wolf howl. The Wind Wolf King was furious at this human who had attacked it so suddenly but had to be careful. The aura emanating from Ye Han was highly discomforting.
The thousands of ordinary Wind Wolves behind it suffered greatly under the sudden onslaught of the fifty zombie beasts. Many died immediately, and the survivors gradually joined the ranks of the zombie beasts.
Ye Han did not hesitate; with a stomp, he propelled himself forward. His fists, enveloped in gray light, hurtled towards the Wind Wolf King. The Wolf's eyes sparkled as it began to dodge rapidly, baring its fangs menacingly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
A series of wind blades appeared from nowhere, slashing towards Ye Han. He dodged repeatedly across the ground, moving at full speed, and quickly reached the Wind Wolf King. His right leg whipped out like a tornado, striking the Wolf King's waist with the force of an iron whip.
"Boom!" The Wind Wolf King was sent flying, howling in pain and anger. Ye Han did not pause; he increased his speed again with a burst of energy from his feet, catching up with the Wolf King before it hit the ground and delivering a direct punch.
"Boom!" The Wind Wolf King took hits to its waist twice in quick succession and crashed to the ground, howling in pain.
"Wolves, hard-headed but with soft rears."
Ye Han's hands turned into claws, grabbing the Wind Wolf King, which was still trying to get up. His fangs burst out and he bit down ferociously.
"Howl!" The Wind Wolf King struggled mightily but couldn't break free from Ye Han's grip. Gradually, its blue eyes turned a bloody red.
"Boom!" Ye Han tossed the Wind Wolf King aside and paid it no more attention. By now, out of the thousands of ordinary Wind Wolves, fewer than three hundred remained, the rest having been devoured by the zombie beasts. Ye Han smirked coldly as he watched the three hundred plus Wind Wolves that had been turned into zombie beasts.
"Captain, there are howls of Wind Wolves ahead. It must be their gathering place," Ye Han overheard someone speaking after he finished with the Wind Wolves and slowly headed towards Kelter City.
"Yes, by the sound of it, they are Wind Wolves, let's move quickly. A few are manageable, but a pack would mean our end," a steady voice responded, followed by the sound of footsteps as they prepared
to leave the area.
Ye Han didn't pay attention to them; the Transverse Mountain Range was a favorite spot for mercenaries. Every day, large numbers of mercenaries or teams entered to hunt magical beasts.
"Did you hear about the Helian family? So unlucky to be besieged by so many powerhouses. In the end, they either died or were captured. What a scene!" Ye Han was about to leave when he overheard this conversation and stopped abruptly. "The Helian family was attacked? What about Mother?" he murmured, his fists clenching.
"Did you just say the Helian family was attacked? Is it true?" Ye Han suddenly appeared behind the group of six and asked. The team turned around quickly, gripping their weapons tightly as they faced Ye Han.
"Speak," Ye Han ordered with a low growl, releasing the aura of an eighth-tier, which weighed heavily on the six. The highest among them was only at the seventh tier, no match for Ye Han's eighth-tier presence.
"It's true. Everyone in Kelter City and the surrounding villages knows. Now they're all at the Chu residence in Kelter City," the one who had spoken earlier said tremblingly, his face extremely pale.
"Hmph," Ye Han snorted coldly, and a black shadow flashed through the group, exploding their bodies as he vanished.
Without delay, Ye Han headed straight for Kelter City. Half a quarter-hour later, he stood at the city gates. Entering Kelter City, he found it void of its usual bustle and liveliness, the streets eerily quiet.
"Boom!" Ye Han kicked in the door of an inn. "Where is the Chu family?"
All the patrons in the inn looked at Ye Han in surprise. With his mother captured, Ye Han had lost his usual calm. Seeing no one answering, he transformed into a shadow once more.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Several consecutive sounds followed, and before the people could react, several were killed by the furious Ye Han, their bodies torn to pieces, blood splattering the inn.
"Ah!" The screams rang out as the patrons regained their senses.
"Speak, where is the Chu family?" Ye Han grabbed a person, asking chillingly.
"Over there, in the west."
"Where in the west?"
"The largest estate on that side."
After the man spoke, Ye Han threw him aside and then disappeared from the inn. Before the man's body even hit the ground, it exploded into pieces.
"That was Helian Wuji," someone said in terror, and then everyone hurried out of the inn. The news of Ye Han's appearance spread rapidly through Kelter City, with everyone heading west towards the Chu family.
"Ha ha, you've finally shown up. I thought you didn't care about your mother's life and death," the news of Ye Han's appearance reached the Chu family first, and everyone in the family came out. By then, Ye Han had also arrived at the Chu family's gate.
"Where is my mother?" Ye Han asked coldly. What he cared most about was his mother's safety.
"Clap, clap," Chu Yuntian, the head of the Chu family, clapped his hands, and the captured members of the Helian family were brought out by the Chu guards, none of them in good shape.
"Mother!" Ye Han called out anxiously when he saw his mother, but she showed no response.
"What have you done to them?" Ye Han's aura exploded. The people coming out of the Chu family immediately turned pale, sensing the aura of an eighth-tier.
"An eighth-tier?" Chu Yuntian said in disbelief. In less than a month, Ye Han had gone from the fourth to the eighth tier of strength. His shocked expression then turned to ecstatic greed. All the other forces present also looked at Ye Han greedily.
"Wuji, run, hurry," Ye Han's mother's weak voice sounded.
"Let them go."
"Ha ha, do you think that's possible?" As soon as Chu Yuntian spoke, he lunged at Ye Han, his chilling frost fighting spirit emerging. Within three zhang of him, the ground seemed to be covered in frost, and a cold wind swept through the air, significantly lowering the temperature.
And other ninth-tier and eighth-tier individuals also rushed towards Ye Han.
"If you won't let them go, then you all can go to hell."