Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

The silver werewolf charged angrily again and again, but every time its powerful feet stepped on the ice, it slipped instantly and was completely unable to control its body. It was like a giant doll out of control, twisting and struggling comically on the ice, sometimes leaning to the left, sometimes falling to the right, and its original mighty momentum was gone.

Its body was rushing around uncontrollably, hitting the ice on one side and bouncing to the other side, looking extremely embarrassed. It tried to steady itself, but just after taking a step, it stumbled again and almost fell to the ground. Its eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, but it was helpless and could only toss around on the ice.

Zhang Deshuai saw these funny mistakes of the silver werewolf and moved around the silver werewolf nimbly. Whenever the silver werewolf slipped and exposed a flaw, Zhang Deshuai would quickly attack, and Dimension Slash and Flame Missiles rained down on the silver werewolf. The silver werewolf was dizzy and its originally neat hair became messy. It looked so embarrassed under Zhang Deshuai's attack that it had no power to fight back.

The Frost Dragon always stood firm on the battlefield, constantly consolidating the ice surface to ensure that it was always as smooth as a mirror. It would occasionally spit out a breath of icy air, further expanding the scope of the ice, making it even more difficult for the Silver Werewolf to escape from this predicament. The silver werewolf's funny appearance on the ice formed a sharp contrast with Zhang Deshuai's calm response. The whole scene seemed both funny and exciting, as if a unique farce was being performed on the ice.

The silver werewolf looked extremely embarrassed at the moment. Its huge body, which it was proud of, had now become its biggest burden. Due to its heavy body, every movement it made on this smooth ice surface seemed extremely difficult, as if every step required a huge amount of effort.

Its movements became slow and clumsy. It was too big a target and had no way to dodge the attacks of Zhang Deshuai and the Frost Dragon. Every time a flaming missile hit it, it would splash sparks, causing it to roar in pain; every time the icy breath hit it, its body would tremble slightly, and the chill would penetrate its bones.

Zhang Deshuai nimbly shuttled around it, constantly looking for its flaws. Sometimes he used explosive fire pillars to explode beside it, making it panic; sometimes he used Dimension Slash to leave scars on its body. The Frost Dragon was also merciless, continuously attacking it with Ice Blast and Ice Breath.

The silver werewolf's injuries worsened under round after round of attacks. Its once bright and shiny fur became tattered and bloodstained. The fierce light in its eyes was gradually replaced by pain and helplessness. It roared angrily and tried to struggle and fight back, but it always failed because of its inconvenience in movement.

It wanted to pounce on Zhang Deshuai, but fell to the ground because the ice was too slippery; it wanted to avoid the attack of the frost dragon, but found that it had no time to react. It was like a giant beast trapped in a trap, and could only watch itself being hurt, but was powerless. This disadvantage made it fall into deep despair, while Zhang Deshuai and the frost dragon became more and more courageous and continued to attack it fiercely.

As time passed, the silver werewolf's injuries became more severe, and its breath became weaker. Zhang Deshuai seized the opportunity and was ready to take down the silver werewolf in one fell swoop.

At this critical moment, a human figure appeared in the sky without any warning. This figure was like a towering mountain, so tall and mighty that it was amazing. He was quietly suspended in the air, and the scarlet moonlight sprinkled on him like blood, making him look particularly domineering. He just stood there quietly, but it seemed as if the whole world was centered around him.

When Zhang Deshuai was about to deal a fatal blow to the silver werewolf, the figure suspended in the air suddenly released a powerful aura like a surging wave. The powerful force instantly swept over, like an invisible giant hand, forcibly suppressing Zhang Deshuai, Qilin and the frost dragon to the ground, unable to move. Zhang Deshuai raised his head with difficulty and looked up at the sky. The scene in front of him made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The figure suspended in the air was seen under the blood-red moonlight, emitting a strong red aura, which was like a blazing flame and a surging sea of ​​blood. This red aura seemed to have substantial pressure, making Zhang Deshuai's breathing extremely difficult, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength. Zhang Deshuai knew clearly in his heart that this person was definitely a strong man, and a super strong man beyond imagination. The power he showed was something Zhang Deshuai had never seen before, and that kind of strength seemed to transcend all the rules of the world.

The floating figure just pointed and hooked, and saw the silver werewolf, who was already seriously injured and dying, slowly flying in front of the floating figure, as if being pulled by an invisible force. The whole process seemed so easy and natural, as if it was just a trivial thing. Under the pull of this force, the silver werewolf had no power to resist and could only fly towards the figure obediently. And this mysterious floating figure, never saying a word, just standing there quietly, but the powerful aura and mysterious temperament emanating from it filled Zhang Deshuai's heart with awe and shock. The red momentum enveloped the entire space, as if announcing his unchallengeable majesty.

Watching the floating figure perform this series of actions, the silver werewolf's huge body like a hill just hovered quietly beside him, as if it had lost all its strength and majesty.

Zhang Deshuai clearly felt that the mysterious floating figure was looking at him through the unclear figure. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the appearance of the floating figure, as if there was always a layer of fog covering it.

The floating figure just looked at Zhang Deshuai quietly, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate everything, making Zhang Deshuai feel that all his secrets were exposed. Then, without any signs, the floating figure and the huge body of the silver werewolf disappeared out of thin air under the scarlet moonlight, as if they had never appeared, leaving only silence and astonishment.

Zhang Deshuai, Qilin and the Frost Dragon, without the powerful pressure, could only lie on the ground and breathe heavily. Zhang Deshuai felt that his back was already soaked, and the sticky sweat made him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no time to care about it at the moment. This experience was the closest he had ever been to death in his life, and the feeling of life and death hanging by a thread made his heart almost jump out of his throat.

Zhang Deshuai felt very clearly that as long as the floating figure had a thought, he, Qilin, and the Frost Dragon would be instantly reduced to ashes, without even a trace of resistance. He really couldn't understand why the floating figure didn't kill him. Perhaps it was really as he thought self-deprecatingly, because he was too insignificant, so insignificant that it was not worth the mysterious man's effort.

However, after surviving this catastrophe, Zhang Deshuai's desire for greater strength became stronger. He knew that in this world full of mystery and danger, only by possessing absolute strength could one control his own destiny and no longer face the fear of the unknown in such a desperate situation. The terrifying power of the mysterious man was like an insurmountable mountain, lying in Zhang Deshuai's heart, inspiring him to keep moving forward and pursue the power that could compete with him. He secretly vowed to make himself extremely powerful, never let such a thing happen again, and never let his life be controlled so easily by others.