"Awwooo!"
The two winged Wind Wolves circled him, their claws and fangs bared, radiating a savage aura.
"You can stop howling. This secret realm's isolation is even stronger than the Small Yuan Sealing Flag formation. Even Nascent Soul Cultivators can't sense you..."
Qing Meng's expression was cold. Behind him, the Dharma Aspect of a two-headed Demon Tiger roared again and again.
Though he was fighting two opponents at once, both at the Core Formation Realm, he was a Core Disciple of the Holy Mountain, with astonishing abilities. He had no trouble holding out for the time being.
Now, he sneered and stepped aside, leaving a path open for the demon wolves to kill Fang Yuan.
"Senior Brother, what are you doing?"
Fang Yuan took two steps back and asked calmly.
"It's all your fault!"
Qing Meng turned around, bloodshot veins visible in his eyes. "This is all because of you. Otherwise, how would things have come to this?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"If you want someone to blame, blame your master, Mo He... He made too many enemies. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come out just to keep an eye on you..."
Qing Meng was clearly very confident in the secret realm. "Do you know why I've stopped pretending? Because I don't want to wait for someone else to come and complicate matters. I'm going to have the demon wolves kill you right now! The Blood Jade can't send back a single message. Even if it does, they'll only blame me for failing to 'rescue' you!"
"You're actually going to kill me?"
Fang Yuan smiled mysteriously. "Senior Brother, do you know I have another special trick?"
"Oh? What trick?"
Qing Meng folded his arms haughtily. He didn't think a mere Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator could make any