Half a talisman's length of time later, in a clearing piled with rotting leaves, a dwarf dressed in a wolfskin cloak was squatting on the ground, his withered, claw-like fingers toying with a wolf king's residual bone. The bronze bell at his waist was covered in obscure demon-clan inscriptions, emitting a faint, tinkling sound with every sway. Suddenly, he raised his head to gaze into the mist, a sinister glint flashing in his turbid eyes: "Interesting, to actually be able to absorb the power of a king-tier demon core. If I refine you into a puppet and combine you with my twelve wolf corpses, ruling this Misty Forest is just around the corner..."
Before his voice had even faded, a streak of sword light was already before his eyes. The dwarf shrieked, raising a bone flute horizontally across his chest as twelve bronze coffins burst out from the ground. The coffin lids flew open, and twelve wolf-headed human corpses crawled out. Talismans on their bodies gleamed with a deep blue light, and a stench of decay rushed toward him.
Hu Yuan's pupils constricted sharply. The Tiangang Sword whirled to form sword blooms, and amidst surging sword Qi, he slashed first at the nearest wolf corpse. Yet the wolf corpse's neck twisted, dodging the vital point at an unnatural angle as its sharp claws went straight for Hu Yuan's face. "Those wolf corpses are controlled by the bone flute and can anticipate your attacks!" Xiaoling's warning exploded in his sea of consciousness.
Chapter 300