Chapter 15: In Combat, True Cultivation Blossomed

The hungry wolves that prowled the ghost forest emanated an aura of unimaginable terror. Each wolf, emaciated and starved, possessed an indomitable ferocity that embodied the true essence of the wild.

While a single hungry wolf might not instill fear in the hearts of seasoned hunters, the moment they formed a pack, their collective power became a force to be reckoned with. Even the mightiest of predators, such as the mountain tiger, would think twice before engaging in combat with this ruthless wolf pack.

Before Lin Yang could fully process the gravity of the situation, the alpha wolf, its stomach growling in hunger, let out an urgent and piercing howl that reverberated through the dense forest. Three more haunting howls followed suit, creating an eerie symphony that signaled the initiation of the wolf pack's merciless hunt.

Among the ravenous pack, a skeletal and malnourished wolf, its eyes gleaming with a fierce hunger, dashed to the forefront. Its thin, sinewy body trembled with anticipation as it caught sight of what it believed to be its next meal. Its bloody maw, brimming with razor-sharp teeth, lunged forward with relentless aggression.

Lin Yang's face remained devoid of fear, replaced instead by a malevolent grin befitting of a predator. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he swiftly closed the distance between himself and the wolf pack, meeting their impending assault head-on.

"Heavy Gale Fist!" His body ignited with an explosive surge of energy, akin to a raging bull ready to charge. His arms, elongated and sinewy, transformed into iron-infused palms that promised nothing but destruction.

A deafening boom echoed through the forest as his iron-clad grip ensnared the first hungry wolf to reach him, defying its expectations. In one swift motion, he effortlessly launched the giant wolf into the air, its body crashing violently against the unforgiving rocks. A vivid spray of crimson marked its devastating impact, splattering the surroundings with its lifeblood.

The scent of freshly spilled blood intermingled with the release of primal Qi, seemed to incite the dormant savagery within the pack of hungry wolves. Their howls pierced the air, their calves-sized figures darting forward with an unrivaled ferocity, penetrating the dense foliage that obstructed their path, fueled by an insatiable determination to secure their prey.

In every direction, the forest was enveloped by a multitude of wolf shadows. The atmosphere crackled with a vile and malevolent aura as if the very essence of primal instinct escaped the confines of the wolf pack's collective consciousness.

Yet, Lin Yang's laughter resonated through the forest, defying the encroaching chaos. "You foolish beasts, you truly underestimated your prey!"

With an air of confidence, he unleashed the full might of the Heavy Gale Fist, channeling his inner tempest to overtake and annihilate the frenzied wolves. The air quivered with the impact of his powerful blows, transforming his surroundings into a battlefield littered with disoriented wolves. Their howls of agony filled the air, a ceaseless symphony of suffering.

Lin Yang's palms and fists possessed an otherworldly strength, comparable to a tempest sweeping across a desolate plain, uprooting fallen leaves and toppling even the hardiest of trees.

One by one, the giant wolves succumbed to the ferocity of his onslaught, sent spiraling through the air, their bodies unable to endure the relentless assault. The killing power exuded by his fists and palms reached its pinnacle, surpassing even the formidable prowess of the giant wolves themselves.

With an invincible force, he could effortlessly extinguish the life of a calf-sized hungry wolf with his bare hands alone.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A storm of blood erupted within the forest as Lin Yang defied the odds, carving a path of destruction amidst the tide of wolves. His presence took on an otherworldly form, transforming him into a creature both beastly and divine. His aura, once fierce and pulsating like a raging inferno, now possessed an unparalleled level of ferocity that surpassed the very realm of mortal comprehension.

Although the hungry wolves embodied an untamed savagery, they were no match for Lin Yang's indomitable will and unparalleled aggression.

As the battle raged on, some of the remaining giant wolves began to falter, their fear overpowering their intrinsic hunger. Succumbing to primal instincts, they turned tail and fled, desperately seeking refuge amidst the dense foliage. The wolf king let out a mournful and defiant howl, its call of defeat reverberating through the forest, causing the rest of the wolf pack to shatter like a fractured mirror, dispersing amidst the corpses of nearly a hundred gray wolves.

In the aftermath of the relentless clash, Lin Yang's chest rose and fell like a bellowing furnace, his breath heavy and labored. His entire being was drenched in perspiration, steam rising from every pore, a testament to the overwhelming physical exertion he had undergone. The exhilaration in his eyes burned like wildfire, radiating an insatiable hunger for more.

Oh, the exhilaration was intoxicating! With the pinnacle of strength granted by the early stage of the Awakening Spirit Realm, he had decimated the wolf pack and forced the hungry wolves into a desperate retreat. The exhilaration of battle, unadulterated and raw, provided a nostalgic glimpse into the blood-soaked years of his past. It was a vivid reminder of the countless encounters he had faced, battles waged against both mortal and divine adversaries.

The Qi and blood coursing through his veins surged, fired up as a result of the relentless clash. His muscles and bones absorbed the energy, fortifying themselves to unprecedented levels of resiliency and strength. The battlefield served as the crucible for his metamorphosis, his body evolving and becoming an embodiment of raw power.

Indeed, in the crucible of combat, true cultivation blossomed.

After vanquishing the wolf pack that sought to impede his path, Lin Yang gingerly stepped into a small swamp. It was within this treacherous terrain that he spotted a dilapidated temple, nestled precariously amidst the murky waters. Circumscribing the temple's perimeter was a fragment of a broken wall, an epitaph of its former grandeur, the echoes of an illustrious past that still lingered upon the wind.

There it stood, the Three Cauldrons Emperor Temple! Its aged facade confirmed the suspicions that burned brightly within Lin Yang's heart, affirming that he had indeed stumbled upon the ruins he had relentlessly sought.

Guarding the entrance to the ancient temple were three weathered and rusted bronze cauldrons, their solemn presence aligned in perfect harmony.

Lin Yang, standing at a safe distance, observed the scene from multiple angles, assessing the situation within the Three Cauldrons Emperor Temple. He carefully surveyed the vicinity, his gaze settling upon the peculiar creatures stationed near the entrance. These creatures possessed elongated mouths brimming with serrated teeth, their rugged scales glistening like burnished bronze. Without a doubt, they exuded an aura of unparalleled power.

Blood Crocodiles, the swamp's unchallenged overlords. The mere sight of these rare and formidable Ferocious Beasts was enough to instill fear in the hearts of even the most formidable predators, forcing them to submit and retreat. Astonishingly, there were not one, but three Blood Crocodiles stationed at the temple's entrance!

Lin Yang's brow furrowed as he carefully weighed the odds. From a few hundred feet away, he monitored the Blood Crocodiles' movements, meticulously assessing their behavior.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine encountering such formidable Ferocious Beasts near the Three Cauldrons Emperor Temple. Blood Crocodiles boast an impenetrable defense, their thick scales rivaling those of the revered Turtle Tribe. Furthermore, their formidable jaws possess the strength to puncture refined iron."

A slight crease formed on his forehead as he assessed the situation, contemplating his next move. In this treacherous predicament, brute force would undoubtedly prove futile.