"This little wolf whelp, so long awaited, is finally about to emerge!"
Ye Yun offered a casual smile.
"HOWL!"
The silver wolf phantom within the blood moon suddenly let out a thunderous howl.
At that very moment, Elder Luo, who was in the midst of battle, felt his spirit quake; his hand trembled, and he nearly dropped his sword.
WHOOSH!
A streak of silver light flashed past.
The middle-aged werewolf viciously smashed his Wolf Fang Club right into Elder Luo's shoulder.
"AH!"
Elder Luo spat out blood and fell from mid-air.
Seeing Elder Luo of Qitian Sword Sect defeated, the sect masters and some clan leaders in the ongoing battle were all utterly astounded.
At this moment, their emotional turmoil made them unable to suppress the strange poison within them any longer. One by one, they roared towards the heavens. Cracks appeared on their skin, and streams of blood flowed into the ground.
