"Kill!!"
The bright moon was like a mirror, the sky as clear as a washed jade.
Song Lin raised his head to gaze at the sky. Was the moon in front of him the same one that once shone over the Moon Cultivation World?
If it were, perhaps going up there might allow him to see his old disciples again.
Back then, during the scramble for the undying medicine, he failed to make arrangements for their afterlife. However, cultivation was easier up there. Perhaps they had become new Moon Cultivators.
Standing beside Song Lin was Xi Fang. Ten zhang below their feet, tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals were locked in fierce combat with the Rampant Soldiers.
Strangely enough, the tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals seemed to form battle formations, just like human soldiers, as though someone was commanding them from the shadows.
