This dark rift was one of the abilities of the Golden Wolflord.
The Golden Wolflord was a twisted beast from another world—the king of the Riftwolves, with the authority to command its pack to dissolve space.
This rift was the passage through which its subordinate Riftwolves traveled.
The Wolflord had no name, for it was merely an unintended creation of "Gold."
Yet, its power was more than formidable.
Mu Yang didn't dwell on it. He seized the moment and rushed to Yilong Wharf to provide support.
He only knew that after suffering defeat in battle, the Riftwolves would retreat to Tsurumi Island, where they would await the Golden Wolflord's return.
As for where the Golden Wolflord would appear in this battle, Mu Yang wasn't certain.
If it emerged here, given his current speed, it would spell serious trouble.
Mu Yang continuously employed his lightfoot technique, even leveraging external forces to propel himself faster, all in pursuit of greater speed.
Yilong Wharf Battlefield
A rift of such magnitude suddenly appearing above the town was clearly no ordinary occurrence.
Yongquickly evacuated the townsfolk, guiding them to temporary shelters.
The Millelith, armed escorts, and martial artists stood ready near the rift, prepared for battle.
Thanks to the enchantments Mu Yang had placed on their weapons, everyone found it surprisingly easy to deal with the Riftwolf pups and Riftwolves.
Over the past two days, there had been no casualties.
As a result, while some martial artists remained vigilant, they weren't overly concerned, dismissing the Riftwolves as too weak.
Their numbers were also too few to warrant being called a "disaster."
The Millelith, however, thought differently. That adeptus was immensely powerful yet treated the situation with such gravity—clearly, things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Sure enough, when the horde of beasts poured out of the rift in overwhelming numbers, everyone was stunned.
The Riftwolf pack was vast enough to blot out the sky above Yilong Wharf.
Some novice escorts were already trembling in fear.
Yong swallowed hard. "T-This is the disaster the adeptus warned about..."
Old Lin shot him a look. With such a formidable enemy at their gates, how could their leader show weakness?
Even against foes of this strength and scale, they couldn't retreat.
If they did, what would become of the people of Yilong Wharf behind them?
They were the Millelith!
Yes, they were the Millelith.
Yong straightened his back and loudly shouted the Millelith's rallying cry:
"The rocks stand firm, the mountains never yield!"
"The rocks stand firm, the mountains never yield!"
The battle erupted instantly. The wolves in the sky swooped down, claws bared, as those on the ground raised their weapons to meet them—not a single person retreated.
Mu Yang, his energy gradually depleting, arrived slightly later.
But he made it in time.
The Golden Wolflord did not appear here.
Without hesitation, Mu Yang unleashed Sword Traverses Mountains and Rivers at the spatial rift.
This wasn't some grinding game where enemies endlessly spawned for experience.
After sealing the rift, Mu Yang swiftly joined the battle.
The number of Riftwolves was staggering.
Even if he killed one with each strike, the sheer volume that had already emerged would keep him busy for a long time.
Fortunately, the fighters below were fearless and more than capable.
Thus, the battle was quickly quelled.
The medics, seeing the fight end, rushed out from the shelters to tend to the wounded.
Mu Yang descended from the sky, and a young girl carrying a medical kit approached to check on him.
Seeing her clean, plain white dress, Mu Yang was momentarily dazed.
This clinic… must also be part of Yaojun's legacy…
Snapping out of it, he waved her off.
"I'm fine. Go tend to the others."
With that, he sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to meditate and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to recover.
Yet, it seemed the Golden Wolflord was determined to oppose him.
The moment he shut his eyes, the same sensation from before returned.
His heart pounded violently, power surging through his body…
Mu Yang quickly stood and stepped onto a rooftop, ascending into the air.
Sure enough, this time, it was coming from Qiaoying Village.
Above Qiaoying Village, another vertical rift was forming, ready to open…
Mu Yang tried to propel himself with his lightfoot technique, but he nearly plummeted from the sky.
Thankfully, he reacted swiftly, adjusting his stance before steadying himself and leaving Yilong Wharf—ensuring no one saw his moment of weakness.
At such a critical juncture, his outward composure was paramount.
As long as Mu Yang stood strong, the people of Chenyu Vale would have the resolve to hold their ground.
Because they knew that if they could hold out, Mu Yang would arrive.
If they saw him falter, their confidence would waver.
"The scattered stragglers on the outskirts have been cleared. If we can just hold out a few more days until the Millelith reinforcements arrive…"
Mu Yang had also sent a letter to Mt. Aocang, but he wasn't sure if Cloud Retainer had received it.
Perhaps they, too, were facing difficulties—after all, Liyue was vast, and Morax was no longer present…
Lost in thought, Mu Yang misstepped and fell from midair, crashing onto a riverbank.
He was nearly out of strength. He had enchanted the weapons of almost every fighter in Chenyu Vale.
On top of that, two days and nights of relentless hunting and travel…
The little energy he had recovered was long since depleted.
Mu Yang forced himself up with his hands, struggling to stand.
He activated his movement technique again but collapsed after only a short distance…
Rise, fall…
Mu Yang lay in the river.
For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed his mind:
If I just let go of this mortal form, I could return to the Sword Pool and rest…
He ruthlessly cast the thought aside.
Give up?
How could I abandon the land they cherished most?
Summoning every ounce of strength, Mu Yang pushed himself up.
I must go. Before that rift opens, I must protect Chenyu Vale…
Even if I have to crawl, I will get there…
He no longer had the energy to speak.
Only one thought remained in his mind—or rather, it was the only thought he had the strength to sustain.
As Mu Yang waded through the water, he realized he was moving faster and more effortlessly.
Looking down, he saw that he wasn't treading through water—with each step, ice formed beneath his feet.
But he no longer had that kind of power… How?
Mu Yang's gaze fell on Withering Glory: Snow Burial Over a Thousand Peaks in his hand.
On the sword's scabbard, where the Soul Incense Flower bloomed, was a Cryo Vision!
He plucked the Vision from the scabbard and clutched it tightly.
"So, you appeared at this moment…"
Mu Yang swiftly channeled the Vision's power. Since he could already wield Cryo, the energy harmonized perfectly with him.
Now restored, Mu Yang rushed to Qiaoying Village and severed the portal with a single slash.
Not many Riftwolves had emerged yet.
At the center of the battlefield, Mu Yang spotted a familiar figure.
Tall in stature, yet his fighting style was stealthy—utilizing the high mobility of Electro, each strike precise and lethal.
His face was concealed behind a terrifying mask, and he had four arms…