No one knew how miserable Wolf Bane felt right now.
Because it was simply too miserable—too hard to describe.
Up in the sky, the blood wolf phantoms had long since begun fighting the Night Blade God phantom Wang Tian had summoned.
Wolf Bane had not actually been deceived...
This pack of blood wolves was indeed fierce—extremely fierce.
But unfortunately, Night Blade God seemed to be the natural nemesis of this pack of blood wolves.
Night Blade God was also filled with rage, as though this inhuman bunch of things had made him rather uncomfortable.
A massive spiritual energy barrier materialized around him, protecting his body.
Yet the blood wolf phantoms could no longer continue devouring spiritual energy.
They could only circle around that spiritual energy barrier.
But how could Night Blade God possibly just stand there and watch?
He directly raised the long blade in his hand—Flirtatious Wave Sword!
Strike after strike, blade rising and falling, clean and decisive!
Then, one blood wolf after another shattered out of thin air, turning into wisps of spiritual energy that drifted away and merged into heaven and earth.
And with every blood wolf that shattered, Wolf Bane's mind trembled.
It was as though his own sons were being killed, leaving him utterly miserable.
Miserable—fucking miserable. It was just too damn miserable.
How could anyone possibly endure a feeling like this?
Yet Wolf Bane was experiencing it with all his heart and soul.
Those are all my sons! They're dying one after another just like that!
Wolf Bane truly wanted to smash Wang Tian, who stood before him, into pulp with a single punch.
But Wang Tian continued confronting him relentlessly.
How could Wolf Bane possibly gain even an inch?
Thus, they remained locked in confrontation in the sky, one above and one below.