Before long.
A bright yellow halo emerged from the Wolf king's body, its color far deeper than the Spirit Rings of the two Wind Demon Wolves from before.
Once he confirmed that the Wolf king was completely dead,
Tang San finally stepped forward, pulled out the blue shortsword, flicked the blood from its blade, and pointed it at the Wind Demon Wolves still surrounding them.
Seeing that even the Wolf king had died, the few Wind Demon Wolves no longer dared to approach. They slowly backed away, then immediately turned and fled at full speed.
Tang San finally relaxed and collapsed onto the ground.
By then, he too was at the end of his strength.
In order to trade that blow with the Wolf king earlier, he had exhausted the little Mysterious Heaven Skill Internal Energy remaining in his body.
All he felt now was an emptiness in his body, leaving him somewhat weak.
Seeing that Tang San was temporarily safe, Tang Hao's eyes flashed red from the shadows as he chased after the fleeing Wind Demon Wolves.
They had hurt his son and thought they could run? It would not be that easy.
A few seconds later, Tang Hao's figure flickered back onto the giant tree, his body carrying a faint scent of blood.
His gaze fell upon Tang San, who was regulating his breathing on the ground. He found that Tang San had merely exhausted his strength and was slightly weak, with no serious injuries.
His gaze shifted to Yu Xiaogang, who was covered in blood and lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.
Tang Hao, who had never thought much of Yu Xiaogang to begin with, suddenly felt a trace of disgust in his eyes.
"What a complete waste."
"You can't even compare to Xiao