The Turtle Shell Defensive Spiritual Artifact barely blocked the hit from the giant wolf.
It emitted an unbearable 'creaking' sound, with its surface instantly covered in web-like cracks.
Fortunately, it didn't need to withstand a second hit.
After the Human heroes retreated to the tower, it quickly transformed into a gray light and flew back into the city, landing in the hand of an elderly man in a black robe.
His hair was half-white, his body thin and gaunt, and his face always carried a deep sorrow, as if everyone owed him money.
He was Elder Chen Changqing of the Corpse-Driving Sect, known for his steadiness.
"Thank you, elder, for saving us," Xin Ziqi spoke, her voice as delightful as spiritual pearls falling on a jade plate.
"Sigh, this monster is tough to fight." Chen Changqing's face showed distress. "Its second howl can attack the divine soul without even touching the body, a power truly terrifying, beyond the ordinary 'Moonfall Roar'."
