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

"Boom boom boom—"

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

"Roar!!!"

As it confronted Ying’er’s unyielding assaults, the Nine Netherhound unleashed a thunderous bellow, its forehead’s vertical pupil radiating an icy, ruthless killing intent, firing off a ray of light straight from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Puff!"

Ying’er quickly summoned her Body-Protecting Magic Barrier, only for it to crumble in an instant. Beneath her cloak, the black soft armor gleamed with a shiny luster as she pulled back rapidly, triggering a Third Rank Talisman to counter the Divine Skill.

"This creature, despite the Spirit Ring’s restraint, still manages to unleash its Innate Divine Ability. Its fighting strength nearly matches the Holy Daughter’s Heavenly Wolf!"

Shock overwhelmed Ying’er as she poured full power into the Spirit Ring and pressed her attack against the Nine Netherhound.

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

"This is... Nascent Soul Cultivators battling..."

"Why would Nascent Soul Cultivators clash right here!"

"That 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!"

No one dared to interfere in a fight of such magnitude, yet from a distance, a few recognized the bulky, pitch-black, wolf-like, utterly horrifying Nine Netherhound.

Watching the persistent Nine Netherhound keep escaping, Ying’er’s worry intensified.

If things continued this way, the Demon Beast would surely return to Bi Lake Mountain.

At that point, her task would fail completely, and she’d draw the wrath of both the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family and the Qingyun Sect.

With a firm resolve, she formed Gesture Incantations using both hands. From within her, a shrill feline wail pierced the soul, as wisps of inky fog poured from her form, morphing her into a ghostly entity that danced on the edge of life and death.

"Swoosh!"

Ying’er’s velocity surged dramatically, turning her into a blur that pounced on the Nine Netherhound, her razor-sharp claws ripping forth multiple streaks of ebony Netherworld blades.

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

In that instant, the Nine Netherhound emitted a deep rumble that echoed alarms in Ying’er’s thoughts, alerting her to an incoming threat from a Qi Mechanism.

Her senses sharpened to the utmost as she surveyed the area, spotting a tiny dark speck speeding in from the far-off skyline.

"Not good!"

Uncertain of the newcomer’s identity, but knowing she was in Jiang Country—domain of the Qingyun Sect—as a demonic path cultivator from Liang Country, any confrontation could turn deadly.

Furthermore, her keen spiritual awareness indicated the figure was heading straight for her.

"Retreat!"

Ying’er chose instantly to drop the mission and plan to inform the Holy Daughter about the Nine Netherhound’s status.

Given the impressive feats of this [Nether Moon Wolf], the Holy Daughter would likely forgive the failure anyway.

Yet right as she called back the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound bellowed powerfully, its jaws packed with crisscrossing teeth spewing waves of dark sound, while the forehead’s vertical pupil widened fully, glowing a sinister red.

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

At the same time, its black tail shaped like a dragon head thrashed like a raging Flood Dragon, charging toward Ying’er.

"Not good!"

Upon witnessing this, Ying’er’s mist-shrouded body shifted into a Netherworld demon cat, striving to slip past the binding chain rays that held her captive.

However, the Nine Nether Eye served as the Nine Netherhound’s core Innate Divine Ability, able to slay without a trace, seal realms, and trap foes.

Though Ying’er could turn into a shadow to bypass numerous magical barriers, she failed to break through right away.

Meanwhile, the approaching black speck grew nearer.

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

Without pause or speech, he eyed Ying’er, balled his fist, and arched his body like a drawn bow under the moon.

Around his arm, illusions of dragon and tiger twisted, and then, akin to a celestial god, he launched his strike.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

With dragon and tiger merging, the blow tore through multiple spatial layers, bearing inconceivable dread power, directed at Ying’er.

Already ensnared by the Nine Netherhound’s Innate Divine Ability, Ying’er’s cloaked black form soared backward like a severed kite under this assault.

In a flash, the scarlet soul-binding chains coiled around her arms and legs, while the dragon-headed tail clamped onto her neck, aiming for a lethal strike.

"Meow!"

A piercing wail of pain echoed.

Trapped and restrained, Ying’er morphed into the Netherworld demon cat, bursting free amid surging black fog.

Still, the lofty figure striding through emptiness hammered the void like a sacred drum, his form smashing space as he hurled another fist.

On top of that, a rectangular Bronze Tripod etched with complex designs materialized over his head, making the surrounding space quiver as though solidified.

"Puff!!!"

The billowing black fog scattered.

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

Her slim waist cracked like a delicate willow, flinging her sideways into the unseen barrier from the Bronze Tripod, spewing blood.

"Who are you?"

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

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

Her Nascent Soul Level mana surged, vital blood ignited, boosting her presence as she readied her final hidden art to flee.

But the Nine Netherhound pounced once more, its icy teeth 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 spare her life.