Secret Realm Snow Mountain.
The cold wind howled, and corpses were scattered everywhere.
The blinding blood had stained the pristine snow red.
When the last snow wolf collapsed powerlessly into the snow, Lu Yuan finally sheathed his Cyan Frost Sword, exhaling a long breath of white mist.
This pack of snow wolves was powerful, not only adept at hunting in groups but also moving freely in this icy terrain.
If they attacked in full force, they could even pose a certain threat to a Half-step Celestial Destiny Great Power.
Yet Lu Yuan, already a whole Great Realm behind, had to exert great effort to barely manage to slay all these snow wolves.
Immediately after.
He consumed a few Spirit-Storage Pills, rested for a moment, and once his status returned to its peak, he collected all the snow wolf corpses and continued toward the mountain summit.
