The Wolf Demon was immediately hard-pressed on every side. Blade after blade struck it, leaving wound after wound, while wisps of mist seeped from its body.
That mist was clearly precious to the Wolf Demon. It cried out in anguish, "Which Immortal Sect expert are you? How dare you meddle in our affairs? Aren't you afraid the Demon Kings of the Southern Borderlands will join forces and wipe you all out?"
It had recognized the Guardian Yin Soldiers. Apart from powerful Ghost Gods such as the Fuyang Mountain God, only Great Immortal Sects—or at least sects on the level of Whitehead Island—could possess them.
But the Wolf Demon had spent so long throwing its weight around in the Southern Borderlands that it could not see beyond its own nose. How could it know how terrifying the Great Immortal Sects were? Even a sect on Whitehead Island's level was beyond its power to threaten.
What's the point of keeping a fool like this alive? Just kill it!
At a thought from Tang Changsheng, dozens of Yin Soldiers closed in. In the blink of an eye, they had hacked the Wolf Demon into dozens of pieces.
This was its Primordial Spirit, not its Physical Body. Once shattered, its soul dispersed completely, leaving nothing behind.
Meanwhile, in the cave, all four Southern Barbarian Wizards were startled by Tang Changsheng's sudden appearance.
"To think this Han Mage has some ability. He can even wield Divine Power! He seems a little stronger than that traitor from Stone Screen..."
Someone had burst in halfway through and upset their plans. What had seemed a sure thing had suddenly become troublesome.
They had calculated that their strength was more than enough to deal with the Stone Screen Realm Lord. With another expert added to the fray, victory no