The two colossal beings in the field remained locked in confrontation.
The Frost Demon Wolf could neither advance to attack nor retreat to flee, leaving him in an utterly miserable state.
If this continued, the pressure of that aura alone would make him collapse.
After a long while, he finally could not endure it any longer and launched the first attack.
After all, if this dragged on any further, he would not even dare to resist.
"Roar—"
The Frost Giant Wolf suddenly let out a roar, and the aura around his entire body erupted. Surging frost and unparalleled momentum revealed his terrifying divine might.
He was, after all, a Chaos godfiend, and his true form was the Frost Nine-Headed Wolf. Having once reached such a terrifying level, his power was naturally extraordinary.
Though he was now merely an avatar, with strength only at the level of a three-headed wolf, he still refused to submit.
After all, surrendering before the White Tiger meant death. He could only steel himself and continue fighting.
Only by continuing to fight might he have a sliver of hope of survival.
Perhaps he could even find a way to escape amid the battle.
When the Black Tortoise had pursued him before, he had found a means of escape during combat.
Although most of his power had been destroyed, at least his consciousness had not been completely extinguished.
That was all he sought now.
As long as he could find a way during the battle to preserve a trace of his consciousness, he was confident that he could start over.
This was, after all, the Primordial World. Cultivating here for one year was nearly equivalent to a hundred, or even a thousand, years in the outside world.
He was absolutely confident that he could recover to his