Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1859: 479: Danger for the Nine Nether Mastiff! (part 2)

While the instincts of Wolf Clan demon beasts are incredibly keen, the [Netherworld Cat] she embodied stood far from commonplace.

Within her shadowy state, detection by fellow Nascent Soul Cultivators proves nearly impossible.

However, simply drawing near, without any action taken, the Nine Netherhound had already picked up on her.

As the spiritual glow from the Great Formation over White Tiger Mountain started to flare up intensely, Ying’er understood she’d been spotted. Acting swiftly, she called forth the Third Rank Spirit Ring given to her by the Nether Moon Saintess.

She boasted impressive feats in slaying Nascent Soul Immortals.

Capturing a target alive differs vastly from outright assassination.

Moreover, taking down cultivators versus demon beasts involves wholly separate challenges.

"Buzz!"

The Beast Taming Ring, shimmering in pale gold, swiftly grew to span multiple yards, intricate twisting runes gliding across its surface, emitting a profound and dazzling glow, as it hurtled toward the Nine Netherhound to ensnare it.

The Nine Netherhound sensed an innate peril from the Beast Taming Ring, unleashing a savage and chilling bellow, sonic blasts erupting like a gale from its enormous maw lined with fangs.

Right then, its tail—shaped like a dragon's head—reared up abruptly like a raging Flood Dragon, lunging at the Beast Taming Ring and stretching out relentlessly.

"Boom!!!"

Resembling a shadowy Flood Dragon, the tail smashed into the Beast Taming Ring, unleashing a horrifying surge of mana that rattled the whole of White Tiger Mountain.

Ying’er, nimble as a feline demon, leaped toward the Nine Netherhound in response.

From beneath her flowing cloak, a tail protruding from her back—resembling an iron lash marked with subtle dark purple designs—pierced through spatial barriers, generating explosive booms, and whipped fiercely at the Nine Netherhound.

"Roar!"

The Nine Netherhound bellowed once more, its thick black coat standing on end, conjuring a dreadful demonic aura that halted the tail's iron-whip assault.

But instantly after, Ying’er blurred into a spectral silhouette, her razor-sharp claws merging into a blade of dark light, slashing swiftly at the Nine Netherhound.

Typically, the Nine Netherhound would charge ahead without fear, holding firm, yet the Beast Taming Ring imposed severe limitations on such demon beasts.

Right now, locked in battle with the Beast Taming Ring, it couldn't overpower Ying’er, so it howled loudly, dispatching sound waves to demolish the light blade.

Still, the dark light blade struck its colossal frame, carving a profound gash into the black scales hidden under the fur.

"The power of this Nether Moon Wolf!?"

Noting how her technique only shed some fur from the Nine Netherhound, Ying’er felt stunned, grasping that it surpassed the norm—not merely an ancestral bloodline stirring, as a chilling dagger materialized abruptly in her grasp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"A Nascent Soul Immortal, this is a Nascent Soul Immortal!"

The Nine Netherhound’s breakthrough to Third Rank was common knowledge; every cultivator on White Tiger Mountain knew of it.

Now, witnessing a cultivator emerge on White Tiger Mountain and assault the Nine Netherhound, all recognized it as a Nascent Soul powerhouse, their faces twisting in terror.

For most cultivators, Nascent Soul Immortals loomed as distant, unreachable legends.

"Not good!"

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Lu Xuanyu saw the Nine Netherhound falling short against Ying’er, pinned down by the enormous golden ring. He quickly directed the Great Formation of White Tiger Mountain to bombard the Beast Taming Ring.

The Spirit Ring curbs demon beasts effectively, yet fares poorly against potent spells and artifacts.

Battered by the illusory assault from White Tiger Mountain’s Great Formation, it quivered sharply, ringing out with metallic clashes, appearing on the verge of collapse.

"A trifling Foundation Establishment Cultivator dares to interfere!"

Coldness masked Ying’er’s face beneath her cover, her eyes flashing eerie blue and murky green, as she fired two beams of light at Lu Xuanyu, jolting him like thunder, forcing blood from his mouth, and hurling him afar.

"Roar!!!"

Seizing the moment, the liberated Nine Netherhound thundered forth, shaking the skies and ground. Gale-force winds howled as its fur spiked like iron spikes, barreling at Ying’er like a ravenous predator.

Ying’er sensed the Nine Netherhound’s intricate nature, shifting to a ghostly form to evade clash, then executed hand seals to empower the Beast Taming Ring’s restraint, while her dagger sliced through the void.

Against the confining Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound’s form felt crushed under an eternal sacred peak, immobilized, as the dagger’s strike sparked wildly, ripping open its black scales and spilling blood.

"Buzz!"

In that instant, the Spirit Ring vibrated fiercely, its glow intensifying, apparently drawing on the Nine Netherhound’s blood to tighten its hold.

"Not good!"

His mind reeling, blood streaming from his senses, Lu Xuanyu watched in alarm.

"Everyone, bolster the Great Formation! Deploy puppets to disrupt the golden giant ring!"

He swallowed a healing pill to steady himself, shouting commands, aware that the hovering golden giant ring posed the greatest threat to the Nine Netherhound.

Next, he triggered a Second Rank Top Level Talisman for defense, fearing instant death from Ying’er.

Indeed, that prior glance had revealed to him the sheer dread of Nascent Soul Immortals.

The foe could end him effortlessly with a mere flick.

"Irksome pests!"

For an assassin like her, detection normally meant mission failure and swift withdrawal.

Yet this task demanded she seize the Nine Netherhound alive right then.

Missing the chance would leave no opening once Lu Changsheng, the Bi Lake Mountain Patriarch, came back.

Ying’er promptly drew a Third Rank Talisman from her chest, channeling mana into it, birthing a yard-long razor of light that cleaved toward the Nine Netherhound.

Struggling against the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound met the abrupt Third Rank Talisman head-on, reduced to desperate guarding, its black scales gleaming to weave a shadowy barrier against the light blade.

Yet as Ying’er’s dagger pressed the attack, the barrier shattered once more, blood spraying amid its agonized cries.