Snow Wolf Valley, rear.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ruquan, drenched in sweat, his robe stained with fresh blood, the wound on his shoulder had started to scab but was constantly torn open again during the intense battle.
The agony was so extreme that he almost fainted from the pain repeatedly. However, facing the Ghost-Eyed Cold Crow, even a slight lapse in focus would plunge him into irreversible disaster.
Lee Fei, fighting alongside him, was equally uncomfortable. About an hour ago, Wang Ruquan had stormed in like a madman, chased by a Demon Clan member with wings growing from its ribs.
Ghost-Eyed Cold Crow!
Having reached the level of transformation, the Ghost-Eyed Cold Crow, comparable to an Extreme Human Emperor, possessed terrifying strength.
If Wang Ruquan hadn't been injured, he and Lee Fei might have been able to hold their own against the Ghost-Eyed Cold Crow. However, with 40-50% of his strength gone, Lee Fei alone was truly struggling.
