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

Even though demon beasts of the Wolf Clan boast incredibly keen senses, her [Netherworld Cat] form stood out as anything but typical.

While in her shadow state, spotting her presence challenges even fellow Nascent Soul Cultivators of equal power.

However, simply drawing near without launching an attack, she got detected by the Nine Netherhound right away.

As the spiritual glow from the Great Formation atop White Tiger Mountain flared up fiercely, Ying’er understood she’d been uncovered. She wasted no time, swiftly calling out the Third Rank Spirit Ring granted to her by the Nether Moon Saintess.

She carried the honors of slaying Nascent Soul Immortals, after all.

Capturing someone alive differs vastly from just assassinating them.

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

"Buzz!"

The light golden Beast Taming Ring swiftly grew to span several yards wide, intricate winding rune patterns gliding across its surface, emitting profound and dazzling light, hurtling toward the Nine Netherhound to ensnare it.

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

Right then, its tail—shaped like a dragon's head—abruptly rose as if a Flood Dragon in fury, biting toward the Beast Taming Ring while stretching out endlessly.

"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 straight at the Nine Netherhound in response.

Beneath her flowing cloak, a tail sprouting from her back—resembling an iron lash marked with subtle dark violet designs—pierced through multiple layers of space, generating explosive booms, whipping fiercely at the Nine Netherhound.

"Roar!"

The Nine Netherhound let out another thunderous roar, its thick black coat standing on end, conjuring a dreadful demonic aura of malice that halted the iron whip tail.

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

In usual fights, the Nine Netherhound could hold firm without fear, yet the Beast Taming Ring posed a severe threat to beasts like it.

Right now, locked in struggle against the Beast Taming Ring, it couldn't overpower Ying’er, so it bellowed loudly, firing sonic waves to shatter the light blade.

Still, the dark light blade landed on its massive frame, carving a profound gash into the black scales hidden under the fur.

"The power of this Nether Moon Wolf!?"

Noticing her technique only shed some fur from the Nine Netherhound, Ying’er felt shocked, grasping that it surpassed the norm—not merely an ancestral bloodline stirring to life—as a chilling silver dagger materialized in her grasp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"A Nascent Soul Immortal, it's a Nascent Soul Immortal!"

Everyone on White Tiger Mountain already knew the Nine Netherhound had advanced to Third Rank; it wasn't hidden.

Now, with a cultivator showing up to assault the Nine Netherhound, all recognized it as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, 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 getting overpowered by Ying’er under the weight of that enormous golden ring. He quickly directed the Great Formation of White Tiger Mountain to bombard the Beast Taming Ring.

While the Spirit Ring curbs demon beasts effectively, it falters against wondrous spells and artifacts.

Struck by the illusory assault from the Great Formation of White Tiger Mountain, the ring quivered abruptly, ringing out with metallic clashes, appearing on the verge of collapse.

"A trifling Foundation Establishment Cultivator dares to interfere!"

Behind her mask, Ying’er’s face turned icy, her eyes flashing with eerie blue and shadowy green, firing two beams of light at Lu Xuanyu that hit him like thunderbolts, making him cough up blood and hurling him backward.

"Roar!!!"

Seizing the moment, the liberated Nine Netherhound roared once more, shaking the skies and ground. Gale winds howled as its fur spiked like iron spikes, lunging at Ying’er in a ravenous frenzy.

Ying’er sensed the Nine Netherhound’s intricate nature, dissolving into a ghostly wisp to dodge the clash, then executed hand seals to empower the Beast Taming Ring for greater control, while her dagger sliced through the air.

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

"Buzz!"

In that instant, the Spirit Ring vibrated intensely, shining with fierce light, as if drawing on the Nine Netherhound’s blood to tighten its hold even more.

"Not good!"

His head reeling, blood trickling from his eyes, nose, and mouth, Lu Xuanyu watched the scene with mounting worry.

"All of you, bolster the Great Formation! Deploy puppets to disrupt that golden ring!"

He swallowed a healing pill to steady himself, shouting commands, aware that the golden ring overhead disrupted the Nine Netherhound the most.

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

Indeed, that earlier glance alone had shown him the horrifying might of Nascent Soul Immortals.

The foe could end him effortlessly with a mere flick.

"Pesky insects!"

For an assassin like her, detection normally meant aborting the strike and pulling back.

Yet this task demanded she seize the Nine Netherhound alive without delay.

Missing the window meant Lu Changsheng, the Bi Lake Mountain Patriarch, would return and ruin her shot.

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

Straining against the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound met the unexpected Third Rank Talisman head-on, reduced to desperate blocking, its black scales gleaming as they wove a shadowy barrier to repel the light edge.

But as Ying’er’s dagger pressed the attack, the barrier shattered once more, spraying blood everywhere, accompanied by the beast’s agonized cries.