*Crack!*

Lin Zhong thrust his War Spear forward, its razor tip aimed straight at the white werewolf’s heart. Yet strangely, the beast made no move to defend itself—it just stood there.

*Impossible?*

Lin Zhong stared at his spear. He was certain it had pierced flesh—or rather, it felt like stabbing solid steel.

The white werewolf didn’t flinch. Its eyes locked onto Lin Zhong, claws hanging loosely at its sides. If not for its ragged breaths, Lin Zhong might’ve mistaken it for a statue.

He yanked Snowfall Thousand Chills free. Not a drop of blood stained the spearhead—or the werewolf’s body. Its snow-white fur remained pristine, untouched even where the spear had struck.

*Impossible!*

Gritting his teeth, Lin Zhong spun the spear faster, thrust after thrust—all aimed at the beast’s heart. But nothing. No wounds. No marks. Even a punching bag would show dents.

*Is this really an S-rank Dungeon Instance boss?* Lin Zhong’s mind reeled. He’d faced S-ranks before—they were tough, but never *untouchable*.

**Wildflower Burial!**

Frost crept over Snowfall Thousand Chills’ tip. The spear sliced through the werewolf’s fur—but the ice shattered against its coat, never cutting skin.

*Crunch!*

The ice broke—not by the werewolf’s doing. It stood motionless, letting Lin Zhong attack, not even raising a claw. Its paws hung limp. Its legs never shifted.

*Why isn’t it fighting back?*

A trace of unease prickled Lin Zhong’s spine. This was the White Wolf King—not some frail elder. It should’ve fallen. Yet it stood. Breathing. Heart pounding. Alive.

*Are my attacks useless? Or does it not even care?*

**Flower Dance Thousand Soul Slay!**

Lin Zhong raised his spear. Golden light replaced the frost along Snowfall Thousand Chills, turning the weapon into pure radiance. Cold still clung to the air.

He thrust. Pink petals scattered from the spear’s path—only to halt against the werewolf’s hide.

This strike could shatter a top-tier Apostle’s defenses. Yet… nothing. Useless.

Its body wasn’t just iron—it was diamond. *Impervious* barely described it.

“Take this. Cast another Forbidden Spell. Physical attacks won’t work.”

Lin Zhong tossed a pillbox to Alice. Common mana-recovery pills—cheap as candy in the Fool’s domain. One would refill her tiny reserves.

“Huh?!”

Alice blinked in surprise. She’d never expected to cast a Forbidden Spell. Lin Zhong was invincible to her—yet he admitted defeat?

She’d watched his flashy moves—Wildflower Burial, Flower Dance Thousand Soul Slay—too dazzled to notice the werewolf’s unbroken fur. Now she saw: no wounds. Not even a lost hair.

*What kind of monster is this?*

Fear flickered, but she shoved it down. Popping a pill into her mouth, her drained mana surged back.

**Inscription!**

Alice stood behind Sage Thousand Thoughts, flipping its pages. Her small hand pressed against the book. Runes flared to life as her chant quickened.

“Inscriber: Alice Collette!”

Her voice rang clear, faster this time. Lin Zhong didn’t retreat from the Wolf King.

“If blades fail,” he muttered, raising his hand, “try spells and Supernatural Abilities.”

Ice mist swirled in the air, forming layered arrays. Golden light pulsed within each one.

**Forbidden Spell—Truth’s Thunder!**

**Starburst Meteor Explosion!**

Lightning gathered above the Wolf King’s head. The arrays dissolved, their golden cores detonating like bombs.

*Then—the Wolf King moved.*

Not to flee. Its claws retracted—revealing a *hand*. A single swipe sent Lin Zhong flying toward Alice’s safe zone.

Thunder crashed down. Golden blasts erupted.

***BOOM!***

The explosion vaporized everything within a hundred meters. A crater yawned where the Wolf King stood. Lightning drowned Alice’s vision in white.

“Ugh—!”

Lin Zhong staggered up near Alice. The blast zone ended ten meters away. Only a bruise throbbed on his back.

*Zzzt…*

As the thunder faded, Lin Zhong turned.

A figure still stood in the crater. Unmoved.

Unharmed.

Not a single strand of fur out of place.

Impervious to blades.

Immune to spells.

The White Wolf King.