The Invincible Supreme Medical God

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Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaobao’s lips curled into a bitter smile. He couldn’t help but feel helpless. He had willingly shed the extra weight, making it impossible to activate his inner energy. As the red mist passed through his body, his eyes turned crimson, and his body transformed into a massive werewolf. His hind legs were now ten times stronger than before, and his hands—equipped with sharp claws—were deadlier than ever. His vision improved drastically, along with enhanced senses of smell and taste.

However, as Yan Xiaobao allowed this transformation to occur, he himself was forcefully pushed aside, and the red mist took complete control over his body.

When Wan Qiao witnessed the young man transforming before her eyes, she was utterly stunned. Formerly, he carried Lan Feng’s divine beast energy and presence. Upon closer inspection, Wan Qiao was able to conclude he was indeed human, as his human aura emerged beneath Lan Feng’s aura, though faintly detectable.

At this moment, Yan Xiaobao no longer emitted Lan Feng’s aura, nor any human aura. The only aura Wan Qiao could sense was an overwhelming presence, one that exceeded even her own discarded aura.

Although Wan Qiao was at the peak of Saint-level, she still felt the oppressive weight of this malicious aura as it assaulted her. The wolf-like entity before her, with its cunning and swift claws, seemed ready to tear her to pieces.

Seeing this, Wan Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the aura, Wan Qiao immediately realized that this beast, whatever it may be, had once been a king among kings—a Beast Monarch. Yet, despite being such a revered creature, it was now bound to the host body, Yan Xiaobao’s body.

The red mist had drastically amplified Yan Xiaobao’s prowess, though he had just entered the Duke level and was far from Wan Qiao’s strength. Even with his increased power, it posed no real threat to the woman.

Nevertheless, the red mist bowed to no one. It would rather face annihilation than succumb to anyone’s influence. It refused to allow anyone to dictate its fate, and even when facing an overwhelming opponent, the beast energy within the mist resisted with relentless fury. Despite the suicidal nature of its attack, the wolf-like entity flashed forward mockingly at lightning speed. The red mist condensed into blades fashioned from pure red energy, and these charged forward in an attack. One blade swept toward Wan Qiao, who simply raised her hand and directly countered using her physical strength.