Godly Revival System: I Buy My Killer's Stats-Chapter 628: Origin Spirit: Moonfang Wolf

Outside the Wolf Mountain,

"L-leave my hand..."

As Ethan was checking out his purchases, Blackfang was begging Golden Horn to leave his hand.

His voice trembled as he begged, the arrogance and lust from earlier completely wiped away under Golden Horn’s strong grip.

"Since you dared to lay your dirty claws on my Diamond, they should no longer exist."

Golden Horn’s eyes were cold. Not a trace of hesitation could be found in them. Instead of loosening his grip, his fingers tightened even further.

’Kacha—!’

’Aaargh—!’

A miserable scream tore out of Blackfang’s throat as the bones in his wrist continued to shatter. Cold sweat poured down his face as his knees buckled.

"P-please... Golden Horn... I was wrong... forgive me... I swear I won’t touch her again...!"

Blackfang struggled desperately, his voice hoarse and broken, but Golden Horn didn’t even glance at him.

’Damn it... How the hell did he become so strong?’

Amidst the unbearable pain, Blackfang’s cunning mind began to race.

He didn’t know how Golden Horn had revived.

He didn’t know how a minotaur, who should have been slow and clumsy, could react faster than him.

But there was one thing he knew for certain, and that was that he had no chance of defeating Golden Horn.

Not even a sliver.

The Moonfang Wolves specialised in speed and swift, lethal strikes. Against weaker opponents, they were nightmares.

But against someone at the same level—especially a minotaur who possessed overwhelming raw power and terrifying defence—they lacked a decisive killing method.

And Golden Horn... was far beyond him now.

’I can’t win...’

Blackfang’s heart sank.

He desperately searched for an escape route, for any trick, any opening—yet no matter how hard he thought, his mind remained blank.

Golden Horn’s grip was like an iron clamp.

’I’m... going to die?’

The thought struck him like a thunderbolt.

’No... I can’t accept this!’

His breathing grew erratic as fear finally consumed him.

’With the awakening of the Origin Spirit, my chances of breaking through to the Soul Transformation Realm have greatly increased, and I even have a Godly Artifact that counters the Void Feral Demons.’

’I was going to become the ruler of the Feral Mountain Realm.’

’I can’t die here!’

"Woooo—!"

Just as despair was about to swallow him whole, an ancient wolf howl resounded from deep within Wolf Mountain—far deeper, far more majestic than before.

The sound echoed through the land like the decree of a primordial existence.

Blackfang’s pupils constricted... then lit up with wild excitement.

’That’s right!’

’The Origin Spirit has fully awakened!’

Hope surged through his heart once more as he looked toward Wolf Mountain with trembling anticipation.

’I still have hope.’

Thinking of something, Blackfang no longer hesitated as he used his other hand’s claws to attack Golden Horn.

’Swiish’

"Do you think you can land an attack on me?"

Golden Horn casually dodged those claws.

"Who is even attacking you?"

In the next second, with a smug look on his face, Blackfang slashed his other hand that was tightly held by Golden Horn.

’Slash’

’Aargh’

The hand fell to the ground, and blood splashed violently.

As the severed hand hit the ground, crimson sprayed in every direction. Blackfang let out a hoarse groan, his body trembling uncontrollably as unbearable pain surged through his nerves.

"Ghh—!"

His face twisted in agony, veins bulging as his vision blurred. Yet, amidst the pain, a distorted smile appeared on his face.

He was free.

Even if it had cost him a hand.

"So, you sacrificed your hand to escape from me... interesting."

Golden Horn narrowed his eyes.

As a minotaur, he had not expected Blackfang to be ruthless enough to sever his own limb without hesitation.

Still, he didn’t think much of it. With his current strength, Blackfang was no longer a threat worth worrying about.

"Today’s humiliation... I will definitely remember it and pay you back a hundred times... aargh!"

Blackfang’s voice trembled with hatred and pain. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and rushed toward Wolf Mountain.

’With the Origin Spirit’s full awakening, the protective barrier around Wolf Mountain will keep these bastards away.’

While running, Blackfang glanced at his missing hand and gritted his teeth.

’As for this missing arm, with the Heavenly Moon’s Blessing combined with the Wolf Race’s healing skill, I can regenerate it in less than a year.’

’Once I recover my strength, I will make sure the Stonehorn Bull Tribe pays for what they did to me.’

’Swiish—!’

Watching Blackfang disappear into the depths of Wolf Mountain, Golden Horn frowned slightly.

"Supreme God, is it alright to let him return to Wolf Mountain? Once he enters, it will be extremely difficult to kill him."

"It’s alright."

Ethan’s voice was calm.

He wasn’t worried in the slightest about Blackfang’s escape. From the moment Blackfang had made his move against him, his fate had already been sealed.

Golden Horn had wanted to kill Blackfang earlier when he had the chance, but Ethan had stopped him. He had ordered Golden Horn to do anything—anything except kill him.

Because Blackfang’s death... Ethan intended to deliver it personally.

"Anyway, the Origin Spirit of the Moonfang Wolf Tribe must have finished its awakening."

Ethan looked at the Wolf Mountain, which returned to its previous calmness, and knew the awakening was complete.

"That b*stard didn’t know that as long as that Origin Spirit acknowledges the Supreme God as its master, no one can stop us from entering the Wolf Mountain."

Hearing Ethan’s words, Golden Horn’s eyes suddenly lit up as he realised something.

"No wonder the Supreme God is not worried much about that b*stard’s escape."

Even Diamond Horn was looking forward to seeing Blackfang getting killed in his own mountain, right in front of his own tribe members.

"So, shall we go and meet the Origin Spirit?"

Ethan didn’t waste any time as he, along with his two minotaurs, walked towards the Wolf Mountain.

’Huh?’

However, just as they were about to enter the Wolf Mountain, they saw Blackfang talking to a tiny white-colored wolf pup, pointing his finger at them.

"Ancient Origin Spirit, those b*stards are the ones that did this to me, and now, they are planning to enter the Wolf Mountain."

"I have worked very hard for the tribe and helped you awaken to..."

"Shut up."

However, the Origin Spirit rebuked Blackfang before saying, "Do you think I don’t know what you are doing all this time and how I awakened?"

"Since I was able to fully awaken today and am in a good mood, I am not taking back the blessings I bestowed upon you."

The white wolf pup scoffed at him before looking at Ethan and the two minotaurs with a cold look in his eyes.

"Only the tribe members of the Moonfang Wolf Tribe can enter the Wolf Mountain. Outsiders are not allowed."

’Boom’

In the next second, to Ethan’s shock, he heard the wolf pup’s nonchalant voice, followed by a powerful force that pushed both Ethan and the two minotaurs away.

’T-this... this is not what I was quite expecting from an Origin Spirit.’

Ethan was both shocked and angry at the Origin Spirit’s actions, but he quickly calmed himself as he revealed a slight smile.

’Since you want to do this the hard way, I will gladly do it and make you regret your current actions.’