The Wind Demon Wolf king's claws came slashing through the air, carrying a gale wind.
Tang San's heart tightened. He hurriedly twisted at the waist and leaned backward, his feet rapidly stepping through Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
The claws were like sharp blades, grazing past his forehead.
A small tuft of black hair was cut away.
Having barely avoided the claws, Tang San slid backward two meters, leaving their range.
Tang San subconsciously reached up and touched the patch of scalp missing hair. His head buzzed, and lingering fear filled his heart.
Fortunately, it had only been a close call. He had merely lost a little hair.
If his reaction had been half a second slower, his skull might have been split open and torn apart in an instant.
He had used his last Sleeve Arrow, yet it had unexpectedly failed to achieve the effect he had imagined.
His means of killing the Wolf king in one strike was gone.
Tang San felt somewhat panicked.
There was no time to reload his Sleeve Arrows.
Time would not allow it.
The Wolf king would not give him the chance, and several Wind Demon Wolves nearby were watching him hungrily...
Tang San circulated the Tang Sect Secret Art, Mysterious Heaven Skill, doing his best to calm himself.
The Wolf king was immensely powerful, and its speed had increased severalfold in its enraged state. He could not contend with it. The best option was to flee immediately.
With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he was confident that escaping this place would not be difficult.
Only...
From the corner of his eye, Tang San glanced at Grandmaster lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Grandmaster had just been kicked by the Wolf king, worsening his injuries. At this moment, he could only let out a