The Netherworld Wolf lay amidst the snowstorm, its life force like a broken river, trapped within that body. It howled in pain, its reddened eyes emitting a hateful glare as its jaws were pried open by an invisible force.
Its mouth was forcibly torn open to the back of its head, and it rolled painfully on the ground, struggling in vain to resist the Sword Qi that kept piercing out of its body.
Just then, a cold, desolate hand passed through the snowfall and gently rested on Baili An's head, "If you say your confidence in challenging me comes from this little wolf cub, that would be an extremely foolish thing."
The cool hand that rested on his head exerted no pressure, yet it still felt as heavy as an immovable mountain pressing down.
Shu Ci, who should have been devoured by the wolf, appeared out of thin air, hovering behind Baili An.
