Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1861: 480:

"Boom boom boom—"

High above, the Nine Netherhound, enveloped in shadowy dark energy, hurtled forward like a streak of light, enduring the fierce barrage from the Spirit Ring and Ying’er while racing toward Bi Lake Mountain.

"Roar!!!"

As Ying’er’s unyielding assaults pressed on, the Nine Netherhound unleashed a savage bellow, its forehead’s vertical pupil glowing with icy, ruthless killing intent, firing a ray of light straight from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Puff!"

Ying’er quickly summoned her Body-Protecting Magic Barrier, but it crumbled right away. Beneath her cloak, the black soft armor gleamed brightly as she pulled back fast, triggering a Third Rank Talisman to counter the Divine Skill.

"This creature, even while held down by the Spirit Ring, manages to unleash its Innate Divine Ability. Its fighting strength is nearly matching the Holy Daughter’s Heavenly Wolf!"

Ying’er felt utter astonishment, powering up the Spirit Ring to its max as she kept pressing the attack on the Nine Netherhound.

The pursuit between the cultivator and the beast stirred up massive chaos, leaving nearby cultivators and clan powers gripped by fear.

"Why would Nascent Soul Cultivators be battling in this area!"

"It looks like the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family’s Clan Guardian Spirit Beast [Jiuyou]."

"Hiss, who has the guts to attack the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family like this."

"A Nascent Soul Immortal—this is a Nascent Soul Immortal chasing the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family’s Spirit Beast!"

Everyone steered clear of getting tangled in such a high-level fight, though from a distance, a few recognized the bulky, pitch-black, wolf-like, utterly horrifying Nine Netherhound.

Watching the stubborn Nine Netherhound keep escaping without end, Ying’er’s worry mounted.

At this rate, the Demon Beast would surely make it back to Bi Lake Mountain.

Once that happened, her task would flop completely, and she’d end up hunted by both the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family and the Qingyun Sect.

She acted without delay, forming Gesture Incantations with her hands. From within her, a piercing feline wail resounded as wisps of inky mist poured from her form, shifting her into a ghostly figure that danced on the edge of life and death.

"Swoosh!"

Ying’er’s pace surged dramatically, turning her into a blur that pounced on the Nine Netherhound, her razor claws unleashing a flurry of jet-black Netherworld light blades.

The shadowy aura cloaking the Nine Netherhound faded and broke apart, exposing gashes and streams of blood.

Right then, the Nine Netherhound issued a deep rumble that jolted alarms in Ying’er’s thoughts, as she abruptly detected a perilous Qi Mechanism.

Her senses sharpened to the utmost, sweeping the area, when she spotted a tiny black speck speeding in from the far-off horizon.

"Not good!"

She had no clue who approached, but in Jiang Country—the domain of Qingyun Sect—as a demonic path cultivator from Liang Country, any run-in could turn deadly dangerous.

Plus, her keen spiritual sense warned that the approaching shape was heading straight for her.

"Retreat!"

Ying’er chose quickly, dropping the mission to instead alert the Holy Daughter about the Nine Netherhound situation.

Given the incredible display of this [Nether Moon Wolf], the Holy Daughter would forgive the failure anyway.

Yet as she reached for the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound roared with full force, its mouth packed with crisscrossing fangs blasting out dark sound waves, while the vertical pupil on its forehead widened completely, blazing with sinister crimson.

Crimson-red rays burst forth like chains that snared souls from the Nine Nether Hell, locking down the space encircling Ying’er.

At the same time, its dragon-headed black tail thrashed like a raging Flood Dragon, charging straight at Ying’er.

"Not good!"

At the sight, Ying’er’s mist-shrouded body morphed into a Netherworld demon cat, striving to slip past the binding chain rays that trapped her.

However, the Nine Nether Eye stood as the Nine Netherhound’s Innate Divine Ability, able to slay without a sound and also to seal realms while capturing foes.

Though Ying’er could shift to shadow and bypass numerous magical barriers, she couldn’t break through immediately.

Meanwhile, the far-off black speck closed in fast.

It turned out to be a massive, imposing man radiating immense oppressive force.

He shot a glance at Ying’er without pause or speech, balled his fist, and arched his back like a drawn bow under a full moon.

Along his arm, dragon and tiger shadows twisted together, and then, like a god from the heavens, he launched his strike.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

With dragon and tiger fused, the blow tore through multiple layers of space, loaded with boundless dreadful might, targeting Ying’er directly.

Already caught in the Nine Netherhound’s Innate Divine Ability, Ying’er’s black-cloaked body soared backward under the punch, like a severed kite’s tail.

In a flash, the dark red soul-snaring chains coiled around her arms and legs, while the dragon-headed tail clamped down hard on her neck, aiming for the kill.

"Meow!"

A piercing wail of pain echoed out.

Trapped and twisted, Ying’er shifted into the Netherworld demon cat form, bursting free with surges of black mist.

But the giant figure striding through the void hammered the air like a sacred drum, his form blasting through the void to deliver yet another flying punch.

On top of that, a square Bronze Tripod with elaborate designs hovered over his head, making the space quiver as though iced over.

"Puff!!!"

The swirling black mist scattered away.

Beneath the black cloak, Ying’er’s elegant figure in black soft armor arched like a drawn bow.

Her slim waist cracked like a fragile willow branch, hurling her sideways into the unseen barrier from the Bronze Tripod, as she spewed blood.

"Who are you?"

Hacking up blood nonstop, Ying’er steadied her stance, her gaze shadowed with terror.

Without her enchanted soft armor, that one punch would’ve done far worse than just severe damage.

Her Nascent Soul Level mana surged wildly, burning her essence blood to boost her aura sky-high, as she readied her final hidden technique for escape.

But the Nine Netherhound pounced once more, its icy fangs snapping toward her throat.

"Little Black."

The sturdy man was none other than Lu Ping’an. He kept pinning Ying’er down with the Bronze Tripod, gesturing to Little Black to ease up and not finish her off.