The Wild Beast Onslaught

The air was thick with the lingering scent of passion and fresh energy. Aayan stood near the window of Maya's dorm, feeling the power of his recent breakthrough pulsing through his veins. Maya lay wrapped in the silk sheets behind him, her delicate fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare stomach, her body still tingling from their intense session.

But just as Aayan was about to revel in his newfound strength, the sect alarm suddenly blared. The loud, pulsating sound shook the entire inner core region, signaling imminent danger. Maya jolted up, her eyes wide with confusion and panic.

"What's happening?" she asked, hurriedly grabbing her robes.

Aayan's sharp gaze turned toward the horizon, where the sky had darkened unnaturally. His enhanced senses picked up distant roars—deep, guttural sounds that sent chills down his spine. He clenched his fists, sensing a massive surge of demonic energy approaching the sect.

A disciple's urgent voice rang through the outer halls. "Wild beasts! The sect is under attack!"

Maya gasped, her face paling. "Wild beasts? So deep into the sect's territory?"

Aayan's mind worked quickly. The sect's location was deep within the mountains, well-fortified against lower-level threats. For wild beasts to be attacking meant only one thing—the beasts were being led by something powerful.

Just then, the sky rumbled with an ear-splitting roar. A massive pressure descended upon the sect, shaking the very foundation of the mountain. Aayan gritted his teeth, feeling the suffocating aura—it was at least Nascent Soul level!

"The beast leader… it's at the same level as the Sect Master," Aayan murmured, his eyes darkening.

Maya trembled. "How could such a powerful beast come here? Our sect is only a mid-tier sect in the lower region, but it's still strong enough to deter normal threats!"

Aayan knew this wasn't just some random attack—this was an organized assault. He swiftly put on his robes and stepped toward the door, his mind already forming a plan.

Outside, the sect was in chaos. Disciples of all levels scrambled to take their positions, activating defensive formations while elders rushed toward the outer barriers. Above the sect, enormous shadowy figures loomed—gigantic demonic beasts with gleaming fangs and blood-red eyes. The beasts roared in unison, their cries shaking the skies.

Aayan's gaze locked onto the leader of the horde. A colossal three-headed Demon Lion hovered in the air, its body covered in thick, black fur that shimmered with a dark, ominous glow. Each of its three heads bared razor-sharp fangs, eyes gleaming with intelligence and brutality. This was no ordinary beast—it was a Nascent Soul demonic overlord.

From the sect's main peak, a figure shot into the sky—Sect Master Xu Tian, the only Nascent Soul cultivator of the sect. He hovered midair, his golden robes fluttering as he radiated immense power. His voice boomed across the sect.

"All disciples, prepare for battle! Elders, hold the front lines! Core disciples, assist in defense!"

Aayan could feel the tension rising. The battle was about to begin. But something felt off. The beasts weren't attacking in a frenzy—they were organized. As if waiting for something.

Then, the Demon Lion spoke.

"You mortals have taken what belongs to the wild. Today, your sect shall be erased from existence!"

Maya gasped. "A demonic beast that can talk? That means its intelligence is at least equal to a high-rank cultivator!"

Aayan's eyes narrowed. This wasn't just a beast tide—it was a declaration of war. The sect was facing a threat that could wipe them out entirely.

His fists clenched as he prepared himself. This battle wasn't just about survival—it was an opportunity. A chance to grow stronger.