Li Guanyi felt no absolute necessity to kill the Wolf King.
Yet he knew clearly.
He could not hold back the slightest bit.
Against such an opponent, even exhausting all his strength might not guarantee victory, how could he afford the slightest thought of holding back?!
Under the backdrop of an overwhelmingly powerful attack, everything seemed to slow down, the Gray Wolf Soul was trapped by the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, struggling violently, its head raised in fierce howling, as the changes in the Eight Gates Golden Lock began to crack.
Yuan Zhi's face was pale, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, as he fiercely controlled the battle formation.
A pillar of light fell on the Gray Wolf's forehead.
