As if coated in a layer of golden paint, King Kong underwent a transformation in the blink of an eye. The dazzling gold replaced the original black, making the great ape look like a golden-armored war god descending from the heavens, illuminating the entire forest in that instant.

James Grant stared in shock at everything happening before him, even forgetting to dodge the incoming howling blades.

Once again, Monica Morton saved James Grant's life. Driven by wood magic, countless tree branches stretched down from the tall trees, blocking the lethal force of the howling blades.

King Kong blocked most of the howling blades; the remaining ones either lacked accuracy or had their power diminished by the branches, dissipating before they could reach James Grant.

When James Grant finally snapped out of it, he broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, King Kong shook his massive head and climbed up from the ground, letting out a furious roar at the nearby pack of Nether Wolves. His eyes were as red as branding irons. With a powerful kick of his hind legs, his enormous body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Creak, creak—every tree in King Kong's path, regardless of thickness, was swatted away with a single slap. The forest instantly erupted into chaos, with birds and beasts scattering in all directions.

The wolves at the very front of the pack were the unluckiest.

With a fierce swing of his giant palms, each as large as a fan, King Kong smashed two wolves' heads into their own bellies. The nascent howling blades they were about to unleash were forced back into their mouths, slicing through their organs and exiting out their rears. With a stomp of his massive foot, King Kong flattened a Nether Wolf into a meat patty, blood and filth splattering far and wide.

King Kong's fighting style could only be described as fast, ruthless, and precise.

The dazzling gold allowed James Grant to keep his gaze locked tightly on King Kong.

In the dense forest at night, all that could be seen was a huge golden blur darting left and right. Wherever it landed, countless wolf howls erupted, and blood and brutality instantly became the main theme of the battlefield.

In just a few breaths, King Kong had already slaughtered no fewer than fifty Nether Wolves. Using both hands and feet, King Kong's combat was exceptionally simple and direct, yet carried unparalleled destructive power.

As for the previously unstoppable howling blades, when they struck King Kong, they produced a series of metallic clangs. All the howling blades were deflected far away by the golden aura surrounding King Kong's body, and several wind blades even wounded their own companions.

The wolf pack shrank back a few steps in fear, but the thick stench of blood and the tragic deaths of their comrades only intensified the ferocity in their eyes.

“How could Grella possibly have such monstrous defense and speed?” Monica Morton stared ahead in a daze, barely able to breathe.

Although this great ape's defense was extremely formidable, it had never reached such an absurd level.

No matter how ineffective the Nether Wolves' howling blades were against King Kong, it was impossible for them to be deflected before even touching his body.

Could it be that the golden aura enveloping King Kong's body was the legendary “Magic Immunity Shield”?

But... that would be far too shocking.

The “Magic Immunity Shield” was said to be a powerful spell that only Saint-level mages could cast, and would never appear on this desolate, remote island.

Across the entire Tans continent, there were only one or two mages worthy of being called Saint-level.

Moreover, to cast a “Magic Immunity Shield” on a fifth-tier magical beast just to deal with a pack of third-tier beasts was as ridiculous as using a forbidden spell to swat a mosquito.

But... what else could explain what was happening now?

She glanced at James Grant, who was also staring blankly at the battle before him.

As a priest (ps: currently just a priest candidate, not yet recognized by the elves), Monica Morton could naturally sense the magical element fluctuations around her. Although this man possessed a certain amount of elemental energy, it was nowhere near the level of a Saint.

Swearing by the Moon Goddess Enilu, Monica Morton felt completely bewildered.

But James Grant knew that the golden aura currently enveloping King Kong had a lot to do with the jade pendant on his own chest.

The utterly absurd yet undeniable reality unfolding before his eyes left James Grant's mind reeling.

What on earth was happening to him? What exactly had changed within himself?

“James Grant...” Monica Morton's voice trembled as she reached out her small hand and pointed under the tree.

Although the death toll of the Nether Wolves was soaring under King Kong's invincible might, wave after wave reaching new heights, the sheer number of wolves meant these losses were insignificant.

There were simply too many Nether Wolves. The defensive line guarded by King Kong was like a loose robe full of holes, and from time to time, a few slipped through the cracks.

Those lucky enough to survive relied on their keen sense of smell and sharp eyesight to find the tree where James Grant and Monica Morton were crouching. Now, they were prowling beneath it, the ferocity in their eyes twinkling like stars.

Pick the softest target—this ancient, unchanging truth held just as true in the world of magical beasts.