Chapter 70

"Sorry, I'm late. Is Xu Dahuang still okay?" A middle-aged man in a dark blue shirt stood proudly on the roof of an old house, and at his feet was a slowly fading star map, incredibly dazzling.

It was clear that this man was Yang Zuohe, probably the closest mid-rank mage to this place. Fortunately, Xu Dahuang and Guo Caitang had managed to send out the alert in time.

Yang Zuohe also cast a lingering glance at the bustling commercial street just a few buildings away. From his vantage point, he could even see people still shopping, completely unaware of the danger.

If the one-eyed magic wolf had successfully advanced and crossed those few buildings, that commercial area would have turned into a hell on earth!

Yang Zuohe had been working at the Bocheng Magic Association for many years and had seen all sorts of mages. Recently, Xu Dahuang's monster-hunting team, knowing that the one-eyed magic wolf was in the midst of advancing, still bravely tried to stop it. This bravery was truly admirable!

"His chest was torn open, but his internal organs are fine. He's still alive, thank goodness." Li Wenjie tightly held the blood-soaked chest of Captain Xu Dahuang.

To be honest, Li Wenjie still couldn't quite understand this kind of person. Wasn't his own life as a mage more valuable than those of others?

"I've already sent for a healing mage to come here and try to stop Xu Dahuang's bleeding. I'll finish off this beast!" Yang Zuohe said.

With that, Yang Zuohe's figure suddenly flickered, leaving behind a trail of green starlight before quickly disappearing from the spot and approaching the one-eyed magic wolf that had been washed far away by the surge.

Mofan subconsciously followed this mid-rank mage and finally found the one-eyed magic wolf covered in debris at the end of the street.

Mid-rank magic was, after all, mid-rank magic. Its power was far greater than any beginner-level magic. The one-eyed magic wolf, which everyone had been helpless against, was now reduced to a half-dead old dog by the surge.

It made sense; such a violent wave would break bones, and the subsequent rolling, soaking, and impact would turn even the most powerful creature into a pile of mush.

Clearly, Yang Zuohe was not going to let this one-eyed magic wolf, which had almost caused a huge disaster, off so easily. He used a wind track to land in front of the one-eyed magic wolf.

"Wind Disk!"

The sound of magic echoed again, and Yang Zuohe instantly transformed from a water mage into a wind mage, controlling the power of the gale.

The air first became oppressively heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked away, and it began to flow wildly.

Not far away, Mofan had just arrived and saw the middle-aged mage in the blue shirt raise his hand forcefully. The brilliant star map under his feet and above his head was dazzling and beautiful!

"Whooosh!"

It wasn't the gentle wind of a wind track, nor the wind channel that merely sped up movement. At this moment, Mofan could clearly feel the turbulent air currents spinning at high speed!

Soon, a murky tornado appeared before them.

The Wind Disk tornado forcibly lifted the immobilized one-eyed magic wolf into the air, drawing it into a spinning arc and throwing it over twenty meters high.

The Wind Disk tornado had just stunned Mofan, and then it quickly dissipated.

The one-eyed magic wolf, now like a small animal, fell heavily from the high sky!

"Bang!"

The concrete ground caved in, forming countless spider-web cracks.

The one-eyed magic wolf was shattered to pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

Throughout the entire process, this creature did not make a single arrogant roar or scream. It was completely reduced to a very pitiful corpse by the two mid-rank spells.

"Dead?" Mofan asked, somewhat disbelieving.

"Dead." Yang Zuohe smiled slightly and said affirmatively when he saw Mofan follow him.

"Can I... go over and take a look?" Mofan asked.

"Sure. Oh, and if I'm not mistaken, the Thunder Seal earlier was cast by you, right?"

"It was me."

"Good job, young man. The Magic Association, the Hunter's Alliance, and the government will give you a commendation." Yang Zuohe patted Mofan on the shoulder.

Mofan approached the one-eyed magic wolf, which now looked unrecognizable, and slowly pulled out the little loach pendant from his collar.

The little loach pendant reacted strongly to the one-eyed magic wolf, which had just been killed, as if it were calling out to something in a rhythm that no one else could hear...

A wisp of wolf soul slowly floated out of the one-eyed magic wolf's mouth.

Mofan could see this wolf soul, which looked like a tiny firefly rising from the grass, unsure of where to go.

The little loach pendant glowed, and the wolf's soul seemed to find its destination, immediately floating into it...

The little loach pendant absorbed the wolf's soul and emitted a trembling sound, like a child happily murmuring after a full meal.

"This time... it doesn't seem to be a fragment." Mofan suddenly realized something after the little loach pendant absorbed the one-eyed magic wolf's soul.

Previously, the fragments absorbed by the little loach pendant were so weak that they were almost invisible, and the light was particularly murky. The little loach pendant had barely managed to absorb them, as if they were better than nothing.

But this time, the little loach pendant had been eagerly waiting from a distance, and when it swallowed the one-eyed magic wolf's soul, it was overjoyed...

Could it be that this time it's a pure soul?

As Guo Caitang had mentioned earlier, this one-eyed magic wolf had secretly absorbed the vast energy of the Bocheng Earthly Holy Spring and was hiding in the human city to advance. This meant that it had been nourished by good things, making it so powerful that it could even advance.

And such a monster had a very high probability of producing a pure soul after death!

Since only necromancers had the ability to collect pure souls, even a mid-rank mage like Yang Zuohe would not be able to see the incredibly pure firefly-like light of a pure soul if he didn't have a special container for collecting it.

The pure soul of a dead creature would dissipate on its own within about three minutes. Yang Zuohe, who had never collected a soul, showed no interest in the corpse.

This mid-rank mage probably never imagined that the boy who followed him had a container for collecting souls. Just as he turned to instruct others to handle the scene, a pure soul worth five million RMB was taken by Mofan, who looked harmless!

The corpse of a one-eyed magic wolf about to advance was valuable, but it was far less valuable than a pure soul, which had a very low probability of appearing!