This Blade Carries the Might of a Golden Core!

"Awwoo~~"

The Howling Moon Wolf King threw back its head and let out a long howl. Its figure flashed, and it lunged straight at Meng Hao's position, choosing to strike first.

Though it did not understand the twists and turns of formations, it knew that most Human Race formations could be broken by concentrating force upon a single point.

And among the people before it, the aged Meng Hao was undoubtedly the "soft persimmon" in its eyes.

"Shriek—"

The Vermilion Bird spread its wings, born amidst blazing flames. At this moment, Meng Hao had completely fused with the Holy Spirit Vermilion Bird, and a pair of phoenix eyes revealed an overbearing aura that looked down upon all things.

Whoosh.

The Howling Moon Wolf King's claws tore through the air as they struck toward Meng Hao's head.

With a beat of his wings, Meng Hao nimbly evaded its attack.

The great formation immediately rumbled as an endless sea of flames spread forth. Even space seemed to warp slightly. The Howling Moon Wolf King's Protective Spiritual Shield sizzled under the flames and was soon riddled with holes.

The flames spread over its body, scorching its pristine white fur into a charred mess.

The Howling Moon Wolf King flew into a rage. Though such injuries were nothing to it, it felt the furious indignation of having its majesty offended by ants.

These people had originally been nothing more than "toys" in its eyes, things it could knead and pinch as it pleased. Yet they had arranged some blasted formation and now thought to slay a king.

The weak challenging the strong—arrogant beyond measure.

What could be endured, and what could not? The dignity of a king could not be violated.

"Awwoo..."

The Howling Moon Demon Wolf threw back its head and gave a