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Worthy of being a youth, your mind is more flexible!
Furthermore, he discovered that the cave was very dimly lit, touching upon the Gold-striped White Wolf's weakness!
Because the opponent could absorb moonlight and transform it into their own strength for use, but since the moon couldn't be seen here, and in the cave the moon's light couldn't penetrate.
Therefore, it was impossible for it to absorb energy!
In other words, it couldn't use the moon's power for endurance, which translates to an inability to last.
In that case, their hopes of victory in this cave were greater.
The previous ten percent chance of winning could now possibly be doubled to about twenty percent.
Probably twenty percent.
If it were him, he would likely have started fighting the Gold-striped White Wolf outside by now, ending with a 99.9% chance of death and a 0.1% chance of survival.
And how did Old Peel know of such a geomantic treasure here?
Could he have been here before?
But that shouldn't be the case.
Looking at his appearance, it seemed like it was his first time here.
Oh well, whatever, after working together for so long and still not being able to see through Flayer, it was pretty much business as usual.
And there's no telling how things were going for Old Chrysanthemum.
Whether he could withstand the attacks from so many soul beasts.
At this moment, Du Gubo looked full of worry.
After all, so many soul beasts were hunting him down.
Among them were many of 80,000-year-old.
If those guys were pursuing him and Old Peel, both of them would find it very tricky to deal with.
He hoped that Old Chrysanthemum wouldn't run into trouble.
Although he sometimes had disagreements with Chrysanthemum Douluo, Du Gubo still did not wish for him to come to harm.
After all, they still had to join forces for a life-and-death battle in the future.
Somewhere deep in the Aquipeia Forest.
"Chrysanthemum petals fall, scattered all around, flowers drop as people's hearts break."
The Broken Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum's petals, each swirled like a crescent blade, formed a giant golden tornado.
This was Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth soul skill.
With a slight wave of his hand, he unleashed his soul skill upon the White Wolves around him.
These creatures were too tenacious; despite using his soul skills several times, they, driven mad, relentlessly tore at him.
Fortunately, he was a Level 95 Super Douluo.
He had some methods to deal with these soul beasts.
At least, he could ensure his own safety.
"Boom—"
A massive explosion occurred on the scene.
The incoming wave of over a thousand wolves now suffered two to three hundred casualties.
"Eighth soul skill, Gate of Holy Light!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo once again unleashed an attack.
With his eighth soul skill, the surrounding White Wolves fell in droves.
Some of the White Wolves lost their combat effectiveness, and soon, more 50,000 to 60,000-year old wild wolves charged towards his direction.
They moved with incredible speed.
As if they were scrambling for food.
Their manner indicated not a second's delay was permissible.
"Let them come!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo certainly wasn't helpless.
He released another attack directly.
A yellow light enveloped the area, and in an instant, more wild wolves were repelled, and blood flowed like rivers on the ground.
"Howl—"
The wild wolves howled furiously.
As if it was the call to assembly.
"Damn it!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed inwardly.
Then, his self merged with the Martial Soul True Body plunged into the pack of wolves, slashing wildly like a butcher.
One wolf after another fell.
Chrysanthemum Douluo also felt incredibly exhausted.
If only Old Ghost were here, he thought.
Together with Old Ghost's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Bipolar Static Field, they could've easily overwhelmed these wolves.
It was just unfortunate that now he was on his own.
Soon, having slain hundreds of wolves with his Martial Soul True Body, Chrysanthemum Douluo withdrew.
The number of these wild wolves was just too overwhelming.
Even after hundreds had died, there were still nearly a thousand left, and from afar, reinforcements were continuously arriving; he naturally couldn't just confront these wild wolves head-on.
For him, that would be a suicidal act.
The best plan was to leave and engage in guerrilla warfare.
To slowly recover his strength while wearing them down.
He didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but the 100,000-year-old soul beast hadn't followed him; instead, it chose to split its forces.
If that 100,000-year-old soul beast had come after him, plus this bunch of 50,000 to 80,000-year-old wolves, he truly would've faced certain death.
Because he was only a Level 95 Titled Douluo, although very powerful, he absolutely couldn't cope with that.
In other words, even an average Titled Douluo would choose to avoid direct conflict with an older pack of wolves outside.
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