The fully mastered Rage Wind Wings spread wide, giving off an azure glow as snake-shaped lightning flowed across them. When fully extended, they spanned seven meters, looking just like the wings of the Thunder God.
Whoosh!
Ning Xiaochuan flapped his wings and flew out of the light gate. He circled once in midair before landing steadily on the ground.
Sword Pavilion Tower, second level.
This was a world of crumbling walls and broken ruins, filled with abandoned streets, shattered walls, and black tree stumps. Everything exuded an air of decay, desolation, and deathly stillness.
A gust of wind swept through, stirring up fallen leaves and making the place seem even more bleak.
Ning Xiaochuan cautiously entered the abandoned ancient city. Mystic beast roars and the sounds of collapsing towers constantly echoed through the city.
His eyes vigilantly scanned his surroundings while a ball of lightning condensed in his hand, ready to strike at any moment.
Not far away, behind a blue-stone wall, a black wolf was hiding. Its body was five times larger than an ordinary wolf's, and its fur hung like human hair. Its blood-red eyes glowed crimson from within, while two sharp fangs protruded from its mouth.
It stared at Ning Xiaochuan as he slowly approached, its claws scraping against the ground as it grew restless.
When Ning Xiaochuan came within ten meters of the blue-stone wall, the black wolf tore the wall apart. It moved as fast as lightning, its five razor-sharp claws slashing toward Ning Xiaochuan's chest.
In the blink of an eye, the black wolf's claws had reached Ning Xiaochuan, like five sharp blades.
Ning Xiaochuan possessed Divine Sense and had long detected the danger. The instant the black wolf charged out from behind the stone wall, he fired the lightning sphere he had been