Time passed slowly, second by second. In Henry Clark's eyes, there was only the spatial portal that was gradually shrinking, and the giant wolf with a human face devouring human souls there. His mind was now completely focused, as if he were in that tranquil state; at this moment of life and death, he actually broke through that barrier and was able to enter a tranquil state even while moving. Although Henry Clark himself was unaware of all this, his mind was filled only with the giant wolf and the spatial portal.

Every second, Henry Clark felt as if a year had passed. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but even time itself seemed to slow down. With every step he took, it felt as if thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but when he tried to recall them, he couldn't remember anything—his mind was still filled only with the spatial portal and the giant wolf. Second by second, step by step, kilometer by kilometer, he gradually drew closer. He could even make out the faces of those human souls. Of the countless human souls, seventy to eighty percent were white, with a few black and Asian faces among them. It seemed the spatial portal was located somewhere in a Western country. But did Henry Clark care about that? As long as he could return to the world of the living, even if it was the North or South Pole, he would accept it!

As he got closer, the giant wolves with human faces began to occasionally turn their heads to look at Henry Clark, as if the moment he entered their pouncing range, they would immediately leap at him and devour him. But at this point, Henry Clark was like an arrow on a drawn bow—there was no turning back. He could only grit his teeth and keep charging forward. By now, he had been running for over a minute, and the nearest giant wolf was just over a thousand meters away—at most twelve or thirteen seconds before he reached it. That nearest giant wolf had even stopped devouring human souls and instead turned its head to stare fixedly at him, as if the moment he got any closer, it would pounce and kill him without hesitation.

This naked killing intent made even the tranquil Henry Clark feel a chill in his heart. Just imagine—a monster larger than an elephant, with a giant, fanged human head, staring at you intently. Anyone would feel fear. Henry Clark felt fear too, but his body, driven by inertia, kept moving forward. Then, when he was about three or four hundred meters from the giant wolf, the lightning under his feet began to dim. The power of the four portions of lightning energy was completely exhausted. Without the lightning to propel him at such speed, Henry Clark was caught off guard and tumbled forward more than twenty meters, rolling to the ground.

The nearest giant wolf let out a roar, its massive body leaping into the air and coming down on Henry Clark from a height of over twenty meters. If that crushing force landed, Henry Clark would be torn to pieces instantly—even as a soul, he would be annihilated. There was no way Henry Clark would stay on the ground. He endured the soul-rending pain and rolled to the side, but who could have guessed that such a massive wolf could move with such agility? Henry Clark had barely rolled two or three meters away when the giant wolf crashed down on the spot where he had just been lying. Henry Clark felt his whole body tremble, as if a bomb had exploded beside him. Before he could recover from the shock, there was a crisp snap, and the giant wolf's front paw pinned him firmly to the ground. Immediately after, the wolf's terrifying, fanged human face lunged at him to bite.

"Get... get away!"

When Henry Clark opened his eyes, his attention was not on the terrifying face before him, but on the black hole in the sky that was shrinking ever smaller. The once enormous black hole was now at most twenty meters wide and would disappear in just a few seconds. Henry Clark was terrified to the core; he couldn't care less about life or death. His consciousness instantly plunged into the lightning rune, pouring all his obsessions and standard energy body into it. With a crackling sound, Henry Clark's body began to expand rapidly.

The giant wolf pinning Henry Clark had been aiming for his head, but as Henry Clark's body grew, the bite landed on his chest instead. As Henry Clark grew even larger, the giant mouth that could have bitten him in half now only tore a large chunk of flesh from his chest. The size comparison between the two also changed. When Henry Clark grew to twelve or thirteen meters tall, the giant wolf was about the same size as him.

Although their sizes were similar, Henry Clark was now crackling with lightning all over his body. Amid the crackling sounds, the wolf's paw on Henry Clark's body was charred black by the electricity, then disintegrated into countless points of light that all surged toward the wound on Henry Clark's chest. The giant wolf kept retreating, not daring to touch Henry Clark again. Henry Clark didn't want to tangle with the wolf either. As soon as the wolf left his body, he sprang to his feet and, gathering all his strength, leaped toward the black hole in midair.