Smoke and dust blotted out the sun; clouds surged and gales erupted. As they danced wildly across the ten-mile wasteland, fury scorched the heavens.
Behind the raging earth-dragon that charged straight toward Mo Chuan, a thin line of dust could vaguely be seen rising like a sandstorm, like furious waves crashing against the shore, swarming out from the distant forest.
For a moment, the earth trembled.
In the blink of an eye, the rolling earth-dragon reached Mo Chuan—then abruptly stopped.
A massive wolf's head emerged from the churning dust haze.
Its awe-inspiring demonic aura, nearly approaching that of a Jiazi great demon, soared into the sky. Its sharpness was truly overwhelming; it was clearly only one step away from taking human form!
When it saw the wolf head in Mo Chuan's hand, its beastly face changed drastically. Its fangs bared, blood flooding its eyes!
"Why did you kill my son?!"
The Wolf King roared in fury. Without even waiting for the wolf pack, he lunged at Mo Chuan to kill him.
"Father! Save me—"
At that moment, the wolf head dangling from Mo Chuan's hand cried out as though it had encountered its savior.
That shout made the Wolf King, who had been about to risk everything, suddenly halt. His face filled with uncertainty as he looked at Mo Chuan.
It could still live after losing its head? What kind of demonic art was this?
Could it be... that my son could still be saved?
"Tsk, tsk. So you're a wolf?"
Mo Chuan raised the dog head in his hand to eye level. As he inspected it from side to side, his eyes shifted toward the Wolf King.
"Your cub?"
"I failed to discipline him properly and let him make a laughingstock of himself before you, Daoist."
The Wolf King's