Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 109: Demonic Duel

The wolf’s four black wings flared, gathering wind from every direction. In one mighty thrust, it unleashed a gale strong enough to disperse the swirling purple storm.

Toxic vapors were ripped apart, carried off into the howling night. Even the stampeding demons below momentarily wavered under the onslaught of that gust.

Sierra Ling’s eyes shone with disbelief.

She had faced numerous formidable mages—some from the Celestial Academy, others from competing factions of the Black Sect—but never one who transformed into such a gargantuan monster.

Her star palace began to flicker as her concentration wavered.

"Curse you...this can’t be," she spat. "I’m a poison victim, chosen by the dark arts to surpass mortal limits." The sting of pride made her voice waver.

"I will not lose to someone whose magic I can’t even classify!"

Another flash of lightning lit the clouds overhead, revealing the contorted frustration on her face.

Then, Luke’s enormous wolf shape lunged forward, covering the distance in a single stride.

Claws the size of boulders tore through the air, and Sierra Ling leapt back, reflexively forming a thick shield of swirling toxin to block the blow.

But the shield crumbled, dissolving under the raw force of the wolf’s strike.

She was flung backward, crashing into a broken tower that jutted from the snail’s shell like a jagged tooth.

A cry escaped her lips as the impact rattled her bones.

"Enough," Luke growled in that same booming voice. "I won’t let you run amok any longer."

High above, a few stray demons with wings tried to approach, but the wolf’s presence dissuaded them from getting too close.

Sierra Ling forced herself to stand, blood trickling down her temple. Her purple aura crackled with diminishing intensity.

She glared up at the monstrous wolf. "Don’t think you’ve won," she hissed, chest heaving with exertion.

"Even if you kill me, others will come. Lord Apollo’s plan is already in motion, and Hazel Ross is still at risk. You can’t be everywhere at once."

At that, Luke’s red eyes flashed dangerously. Indeed, his greatest concern was that Hazel could be targeted elsewhere. The snake-like cunning of the Black Sect never relied on one plan alone.

Sierra Ling used Luke’s momentary hesitation to fling a desperate arc of venom from her fingertips. The toxins lashed out, sizzling in the rain, aiming straight for the enormous wolf’s muzzle.

With a snarl, Luke battered the toxic wave aside.

A few droplets spattered on the wolf’s fur, burning faint lines where they landed, but he endured it without staggering. "Last warning," he rumbled, raising a massive paw. "Surrender, or—"

Sierra Ling’s eyes darted to her left, noticing a swirling vortex forming in the air.

A wave of intangible darkness was emerging—something akin to a portal. Recognition dawned on her face. "A recall spell from the Cardinal’s network," she breathed, lips curving in a small, triumphant smile.

Luke realized it at the same moment.

She had a forced escape route. He tried to close in, but Sierra Ling vanished into the darkness, her form dissolving into a swirl of black mist that the swirling portal devoured.

Even her hateful laughter echoed a second longer before cutting off abruptly.

Then the sky above the snail’s shell fell eerily quiet except for the echo of thunder and the endless downpour. Luke let out a harsh exhale, the wolf’s chest rising and falling with the heavy breath. She was gone.

Slowly, the massive beast began to shrink. Dark mist peeled away, receding until Luke stood in the air in his human form, breathing hard.

His hair dripped with rain, and his eyes glowed faintly from the aftereffects of the transformation. A wave of fatigue threatened to sink into his muscles.

"Damn it," he muttered. "She escaped, and I still don’t know the full extent of her plan."

A memory of Hazel’s determined face flashed through his mind. He clenched a fist, reassuring himself that she was at least out of Sierra Ling’s immediate reach. "I have to find her. Elias Vaughn will keep her safe, but I can’t leave them alone for too long. This was only one threat."

With that resolution, Luke gathered what remained of his energy and soared across the chaotic expanse, searching for any sign of Hazel and Elias. The Fort Snail still loomed like a mountain beneath the swirling storm clouds. Demons continued their frenzied rush, though some had collapsed from the partial dissipation of Sierra Ling’s poison

A swollen moon was just visible through ragged clouds, its pale glow blurred by the unrelenting downpour.

Rain drummed incessantly against broken rooftops and half-fallen walls. Luke hovered above the battered skyline, his wolfen form still partially outlined by flickers of dark red energy.

With a single pivot, he turned toward Sierra Ling—the same Black Sect operative who had once masqueraded as a student, "Hannah Simmons."

She sneered at him through the rain, her petite frame giving no hint of weakness. "Your ’boss’ can secretly raise a gigantic snail here in Skandia—" Luke remarked, referencing the colossal Fort Snail that had hoisted an entire city into the air, "—and yet you call my power strange for turning into a demonic wolf?"

Sierra Ling let out a high, mocking laugh. "Luke, you’re already marked by the darkest arts, whether you realize it or not." Her eyes narrowed, a cunning glint shimmering behind them.

"Why not join the Black Sect? Lord Apollo would appreciate someone with your talents. You’re destined never to be ’normal’ anyway."

Luke felt a ripple of distaste at her words. "Who do you think you are, offering me a place in that hive of murderers?" he asked coldly.

At that, Sierra Ling’s posture shifted. Her voice grew quieter, almost intimate, though it carried easily over the roar of the storm.

"Our order has many unorthodox methods. You should know that from your transformation alone.

The Black Sect has studied rituals that turn living people into monsters and beasts—this is child’s play by comparison." She paused, letting the rain roll down her face.