"Moon-Howling Demon Wolf—an old friend."
Watching the silver giant wolf slowly approach him, Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes. The sight stirred up many memories.
During that great expedition long ago, the five of them had joined forces to kill a Fourth-Tier Low Grade Howling Moon Wolf King, successfully supporting the Main Battlefield and driving the battle situation toward total victory.
That battle had also been the true beginning of his rise to fame.
Nearly a hundred years had now passed, yet the impassioned words of Elder Meng Hao of the Heavenly Meridian Sect as he went to his death still echoed in his ears. For a moment, Song Changsheng could not help feeling deeply moved.
The Moon-Howling Demon Wolf lowered its body, its breath heavy as it entered an attacking stance. Surging demonic qi rushed toward him, sending chills down one's spine.
This one was different from the one he had slain back then. It possessed Fourth-Tier Great Perfection cultivation—the strongest opponent Song Changsheng had faced so far, aside from Ye Shinu of the Sea Yaksha Clan.
After their previous exchange of blows, Song Changsheng did not dare show the slightest carelessness, even though it was merely an illusion conjured by the Myriad Manifestation Illusion. He focused with all his might.
The two sides confronted one another from a certain distance, neither willing to be the first to stick its neck out. Both were extremely cautious.
They were both trying to find an opening in the other.
They remained deadlocked for nearly two hours before the Moon-Howling Demon Wolf finally lost patience and launched the first attack. Song Changsheng saw only a flash of white before an enormous wolf claw, condensed with terrifying power, crashed down. A string of thunderous explosions rang in his ears.
Song Changsheng's stance was as