Primordial Harem System

Chapter 375 The Awakening of the Fox's Wrath

Bing Rong nodded. "I agree. Ling Yue, lead us toward the Silver Fox Sect. We should quickly group up with your sect to ensure no one else dies a meaningless death."

Ling Yue took a deep breath, calming herself. "Right. This way."

She guided them through the charred remains of what was once the city's main market, stepping over broken timbers and scattered debris.

They exited from the city gates and looked at the distance where the dense forest loomed. Towering trees, trunks thick with moss and vines, provided a natural barrier obscuring their views.

Inside the dense barrier of trees lay the Silver Fox Sect's main base.

All three of them rose in the air before they flew through the air like a bullet toward the sect's location.

'Crimson Wolf Clan...' Shen Yuan thought with a chilling gaze.

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Bing Rong quietly flew behind him, looking at Shen Yuan with a worried gaze.

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"Young Master, the barrier protecting the sect is just ahead," Ling Yue said while dashing through the clouds.

Shen Yuan nodded his head while keeping up with Ling Yue. 'She really is fast, I'm using the second level of Wind Intent to keep up with her,' he thought, feeling Ling Yue's strength.

"Let's hurry. We need to see if they managed to destroy the sect-protecting formation or not." Shen Yuan sped up and penetrated the layers of cloud in his way.

Bing Rong and Ling Yue followed after him as they all saw the scene which nearly made Ling Yue's heart drop.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators surrounded the entire formation of the Silver Fox Sect. But the fortunate thing was that the formation was still working while the members of the Silver Fox Sect attacked the Crimson Wolf Clan and the other forces from the inside.

Shen Yuan and the others heaved a sigh of relief. "Good thing they have yet to shatter the formation," he said, looking at the army standing outside the formation.

Bing Rong's eyes sharply scanned the formation before she muttered, "There are cracks on the formation."

The scene they saw made their eyes blaze with killing intent as their bodies exuded deathly killing auras.

"Good, good, good, these bastards sure have grown courageous in the time we were absent," the grand elder gritted her teeth and eyed the leader of the Crimson Wolf Sect.

Feng Lian frowned, looking at the cracks in the formation, before she swiftly descended and bowed toward Shen Yuan. "Young Master, what are your orders?"

By this time, everyone else had also observed what was happening to their sect, and without surprise, everyone was seething with killing intent.

Shen Yuan coldly smiled. "Begin a massacre. No need to spare a single soul. They need to learn what a bottom line is."

A hush fell over the gathered Silver Fox disciples, and in that silence, their collective killing intent pulsed like a dark current.

Even Bing Rong—a seasoned cultivator—felt admiration at the sheer, concentrated malice emanating from these one hundred and three elites.

Their foxlike features—tails, ears, or subtle predatory auras—only magnified the sense that something fierce and unstoppable was about to be unleashed.

High above, the sky had begun to darken, as though sensing the oncoming clash. Shen Yuan stood at the forefront calmly with a frosty gaze overlooking the entire landscape.

He pointed toward the army of Crimson Wolf Sect members and their allies, who were still pounding on the weakened formation around the Silver Fox Sect headquarters.

"They've come here thinking you're vulnerable," Shen Yuan said, his voice filled with deathly calmness. "They've destroyed the entire Silver Fox city and attacked your base—believing there would be no consequence. Show them how mistaken they are."

Feng Lian and the grand elder exchanged a look, then nodded their heads sharply. 'No mercy.' That was all they needed to hear.

"All squads—form up!" came Feng Lian's command, her voice rippling with authority.

The assembled Silver Fox cultivators separated into smaller teams, each led by a designated captain.

Quiet signals passed through the group: hands forming brief gestures, telepathic transmissions carrying final instructions.

In unison, they raised their respective weapons—swords, daggers, short spears, sometimes glinting with inscriptions of their specialized arts. A few readied their illusion arts, bright runic scripts forming on their fingertips.

Shen Yuan stepped aside, hovering in midair with Bing Rong and Ling Yue. "Go," he said softly, his face devoid of any emotion.