"Hah... hahaha! You thought you could cut me down with a single sword? You... underestimated me!"
Bing Jiling panted heavily, his face deathly pale, his ice-blue hair whipping wildly in the surging air.
The Ice Wolf Ancestor Shadow still hovered above his head, though it had become far more insubstantial and broken.
On the ground, the Thunder Rage Sword let out a resentful wail. It refused to accept defeat. Without Mingye's power to support it, the energy stored within its blade alone could never unleash its true might.
Akamaru knelt on one knee. Drawing the Thunder Rage Sword from its sheath had exhausted every last bit of his strength.
He had done his best!
But he had never imagined that this so-called third young master of the Ice Wolf Royal Lineage could unleash such terrifying power.
It was as though the power at the very origin of the wolf tribes had forcibly suppressed the profound power of Judgment that Lord Mingye had left behind.
"Akamaru!"
Shui Yue, Raiga, Fei Tu, and Feng Xie arrived as well, their expressions grim. All four felt immense pressure from the Ice Wolf Ancestor Shadow Bing Jiling had manifested.
Even their bloodlines seemed suppressed, and the circulation of their demon power slowed.
Only extraordinary control over demon power and an exceptionally strong will could break this suppression born of bloodline power.
Clearly, neither the Five Demon Wolves nor any of the Demon Wolf Tribe members currently on Bluestone Mountain could achieve that.
"I'll give you one more chance. Submit to me completely and hand over your Battle Formation Secret Art!"
Bing Jiling stared coldly at all the Demon Wolves. Though his own strength was nearing its limit, this was precisely when he needed to appear even more domineering.
"Submit to you? Don't make me laugh.