The silver wolf came striding across the heavens, his bloodlust nearly blanketing the entire world. Demonic clouds surged overhead, covering the sky like a descending tribulation!
The Lord of the Wolf Division! This was the strongest of the Eighteen Divisions, a being with a seat of honor atop the Demon Clan Sacred Mountain!
He was even someone who could enter the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!
He was indeed powerful—already beyond the usual peak Grand Unity Golden Immortals and on the verge of advancing toward Sainthood!
Lin Changqing furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected this incident to draw out such a mighty figure.
So, the silver wolf that he and Hou Yi had slain earlier must have had quite a background after all.
Lin Changqing turned and exchanged a glance with Hou Yi. Both of them broke into smiles.
"If only we'd recorded the whole thing with a treasure. We could've used it to rile up this old wolf. That would've been a real laugh."
Hou Yi said with a grin, winking at Lin Changqing.
"Hahaha! You've got a wicked streak, but I like it!"
Lin Changqing laughed out loud as well, completely unrestrained. They hadn't even bothered to keep their conversation private.
They were already locked in a fight to the death with the Demon Clan, so they had no reason to worry about making another enemy now.
"Outrageous!!!"
"For a million years, this was the only direct descendant I ever had. He bore the bloodline of the Wolf King and was born with a divine bloodline ability!"
"You two deserve to die! You actually killed him!"
The silver wolf had heard Lin Changqing and Hou Yi talking. He was now beside himself with rage. His claw, wreathed in boundless demonic clouds, came crashing down on them like a landslide. The