Yellow Ball transformed into a golden shadow, arriving almost simultaneously with Ye Zhongming.
During its charge, a layer of pale golden metallic armor appeared on its body, partially covering its head and legs, and protecting even its tail.
Additionally, on the back of the armor were a pair of short metallic wings, closely attached to its sides—too small to lift the now-massive, evolved level eight Yellow Ball into the sky, leaving their purpose unclear.
This armor set was Yellow Ball’s current beast gear—Slicing Skin.
The complete set consisted of only three pieces: protective gear, a collar, and a nameplate.
Compared to the previous set, this one represented a significant upgrade in both rank and functionality, perfectly complementing Yellow Ball’s abilities.
Back then, Ye Zhongming had traded his previous beast gear and paid other steep prices to acquire this set from Li Daqi and Cannibal Chain.
In the air, Yangos let out a draconic roar.
This was no ordinary roar—it was a mental energy attack.
Though not a pureblood dragon, Yangos’s physical prowess already made all of Cloud Peak’s members envious, while its breath and skills far surpassed those of other lifeforms at its level.
More crucially, its mental energy was formidable, second only to psychic-type lifeforms. Previously capable of telepathy, after evolving to level eight, it could now weaponize this mental advantage.
The evil dragon’s massive size and aerial position prevented it from joining Ye Zhongming and Yellow Ball in directly charging the Snow Wolf King, but it coordinated seamlessly with the ground assault through this method.
Meanwhile, Xia Bai merely glanced over before her wings flickered, propelling her before a level eight snow wolf. Her weapon slashed toward its head, thwarting its attempt to assist.
Simultaneously, the female guards also moved.
Under Red Hair’s relentless mental assaults, only four level eight snow wolves remained conscious and combat-ready. With one intercepted by Xia Bai, the other three became the Female Guards’ targets.
The orderly formation abruptly split into four groups. The first, led by Xiao Min with fifty warriors, intercepted the most robust snow wolf—unlike the king, this one had three heads and tails. Its left and right heads exhaled icy mist while its triple tails whistled faintly when swung.
This was clearly a formidable foe.
Two other hundred-member teams engaged the remaining wolves, while the rest gathered beneath the undead fish-dragon to protect the continuously shrieking Red Hair.
The icebird and Jiubao maintained perimeter control, mercilessly hunting any bold mutated creatures that entered their zone.
“Audacious!”
The Snow Wolf King’s roar shook the surroundings. Compared to earlier, its body had retreated ten meters from the ruins’ peak, precisely where Ye Zhongming and Yellow Ball now stood.
Clearly, their first clash had ended with the king yielding ground.
Ye Zhongming’s current state genuinely unsettled the Snow Wolf King.
Not life-threatening dread, but wariness of potential injury.
After merely grazing Ye Zhongming and Yellow Ball, it leaped backward.
Undeniably powerful—ranked sixth nationally among mutated lifeforms—the king’s cautious, suspicious nature made it hesitate against Cloud Peak’s overwhelming momentum.
This temperament may have enabled its level nine evolution in the perilous ice plains, yet also cost it some dominance.
Having seized the initiative, Ye Zhongming pressed his advantage from the elevated position. Wind and Thunder shimmered with saber shadows as the radiance of Thousand Seal Blade Slash illuminated the entire area.
Cracks spiderwebbed outward from Yellow Ball’s paws toward the Snow Wolf King.
Dazed, the king glared venomously at Yangos before slamming a massive paw, collapsing the ruins instantly.
Ye Zhongming and Yellow Ball’s assault was thus neutralized.
However deeply ingrained its lupine suspicion, as a level nine entity with ineffable power, this single countermeasure instantly reversed the advantage.
Seizing the moment, the king became a blur streaking toward the stumbling Ye Zhongming and Yellow Ball.
Yet as it moved, searing dragonfire erupted ahead, racing toward it.
Their opposing elements made the king abort its attack and recoil from the flames.
It refused to endure this fiery assault directly.
But before landing, the ground exploded beneath it, hurling shrapnel upward.
More alarming than debris was the gray-brown maw gaping in the crater, spewing pale green acid.
Jiubao—initially positioned elsewhere—had stealthily extended its lower half to ambush the king.
Midair, the king’s eyes flashed crimson, emitting twin red beams toward the acid.
Like headlights, the red waves intercepted the acid before plunging into Jiubao’s tunnel.
Jiubao convulsed violently, jaws gaping in a pained screech.
It couldn’t evade the king’s follow-up strike despite retracting immediately after spewing venom.
Bang!
Gunfire blossomed into an icy flower on the king’s body, sending it tumbling backward.
Yangos descended like a falling mountain, its wingblade striking the king down to earth.
Flames erupted from fissures in the ravaged ground, engulfing the fallen monarch.