As soon as Yu Yaorao finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook. Amid the rolling airwaves, she caught sight of Lu Ye shooting into the sky from the corner of her eye, charging straight at that enormous demonic cloud.
"This..." Yu Yaorao stared dumbfounded. She had clearly warned Lu Ye to beware the treacherous nature of the other party's Demonic Energy, yet Lu Ye had obviously paid it no heed. She did not know whether to call him confident or arrogant.
But Yu Yaorao quickly realized it was not arrogance, because fierce sounds of battle soon came from within the demonic cloud. At first, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe cultivator's roars were full of vigor and imposing might, but after only three breaths, they turned into startled cries and muffled grunts, followed by mournful wails and miserable screams.
A few breaths later, the massive demonic cloud exploded apart. A figure stood in midair, saber in one hand and an enormous wolf head dangling from the other. The wolf head's eyes were wide open, filled with horror, wearing the look of one who had died with eyes unclosed.
Drip, drip. Blood flowed from the wound and fell to the ground. The sound was soft, yet it struck Yu Yaorao's heart like a heavy hammer.
Lu Ye flew back, casually tossed the wolf head aside, and looked utterly unchanged, as though he had merely gone out to pick a wildflower rather than pluck a wolf's head.
Yu Yaorao was deeply shaken. No matter how many times she saw it, she could never grow accustomed to such clean and efficient enemy-slaughtering. She had originally held some confidence in her own strength, and while traveling with Zhao Yunliu and Ding You, she had proven her abilities time and again. Yet only now did she realize that