The biting mountain wind howled and swirled at the peak, stirring up an air of chill and murderous intent.
Before Elder Niao could finish speaking, Elder Bao beside him couldn't hold back any longer, his rough voice booming like muffled thunder.
"Elder Quan, stop delaying, hurry and finish this matter!"
This striped leopard demon's muscles were knotted like iron, its mottled leopard head bearing fearsome fangs.
For this operation, besides Elders Quan and Niao, the Hall Master had specially dispatched this notoriously fierce Elder Bao.
The three masters of the Pulse Condensation Realm were far from being a match for the six patrolling Jinwei.
But they had absolute confidence in their victory this time.
The reason was that before they came, the Hall Master had given them a treasure.
Elder Quan bared his bloody maw, foul-smelling saliva dripping from his fangs: "Since everyone is so eager, let's bring out the treasure."
