The tentacles writhed, erupting with a strange and astonishing energy.
Accompanied by a deafening boom, the wolf claw swiftly recoiled as if it had been struck by lightning.
The Demon Wolf Ancestor's expression darkened as it stared straight ahead. Countless tentacles interwined there, slowly forming a humanoid shadow as they writhed.
The tentacles slowly vanished, and viscous, mucus-like liquid peeled away, revealing a set of exquisite, peerlessly beautiful features.
The Demon Wolf Ancestor's pupils contracted. "You're not dead..."
He was utterly shocked. This woman was none other than the Yunmeng Sect Master.
The woman smiled sweetly and said in a delicate voice, "Old monster, you seem very surprised."
"The one who fell earlier was merely one of my Dream Spirit Bodies. A spirit body differs little from the true body, which was why I could deceive you Dao Integration cultivators."
"Besides, I had sensed the old ghost in the Daoist robe's intentions long ago. How could I not guard against him?"
The Demon Wolf Ancestor sized up the Yunmeng Sect Master. A vicious glint suddenly appeared in its eyes. "You think you can contend with this Ancestor?"
"Of course I'm no match for an old monster like you."
"But what if I add the power of the entire secret realm?"
As soon as her voice fell, the surrounding void abruptly twisted. One strange tentacle after another emerged, drilling into the Yunmeng Sect Master's delicate body as though sparing no cost.
Her aura grew stronger and stronger, until finally it caused the entire palace to roar and tremble.
The Yunmeng Sect Master's hair flew about. Her originally snow-white skin split open, and black matter, like venomous snakes, wormed out through the cracks. Her entire person seemed to undergo some indescribable transformation, radiating a frighteningly dangerous aura.
The Demon Wolf Ancestor's expression