He seemed to be struggling to hold on.
Even the Ice Power covering him was gradually growing dim.
The Ice Armor covering him, made of ice, had begun to crack in countless places.
Clearly, the White Tiger had wounded him.
Besides, the White Tiger's attacks were gradually slowing down as well, as if he were starting to run out of steam.
This only made him roar in fury again and again.
He had never imagined that a day like this would come.
After enduring countless hardships, he had finally managed to enter the Primordial Chaos World.
He never expected to end up as helpless prey, at the mercy of others.
That was absolutely unbearable to him.
His boundless fury was nearly driving him to the brink of collapse.
The next moment, he launched an even more ferocious assault.
To be honest, at his peak, he had never thought himself inferior to the White Tiger.
After all, the combined power of his nine wolf heads was truly terrifying.
Yet now, he had only recovered his third head.
He wasn't even a third as strong as he'd been at his peak.
Being toyed with so casually by the White Tiger infuriated him.
He couldn't help roaring and howling wildly.
His attacks came faster and faster.
He could be said to be using every means at his disposal.
Ice Storms, Ice Bombs—he brought out all kinds of attacks.
He even engaged in close combat.
All three heads snapped and tore at the White Tiger.
But all these tricks were child's play to the White Tiger.
The White Tiger was a Sacred Beast who excelled at slaughter.
In terms of physical strength, the White Tiger even surpassed the Azure Dragon, chief among the Four Sacred Beasts.
In both attack power and physical strength, the