Mo Tianji had already fought another hundred exchanges with the Fierce Spirit.
Gradually, the cultivation realm he had just broken through to began to waver.
The constant drain on his Mental Power made him slower and slower at casting spell arts.
But the Fierce Spirit, a ghost without sensation, only grew fiercer as the battle went on.
It even let out excited, eerie laughter when it detected Mo Tianji's weakening aura.
Mo Tianji, too, gradually sensed that defeat was approaching, and secretly transmitted his voice to the three disciples of his own sect.
"There's no need for us to die in place of these people who are already doomed. Watch for my signal and find a way out of here."
With that, Mo Tianji abruptly changed the direction of his Bone Flute and lashed it toward the Fierce Spirit's face.
At the same time, he produced a talisman with his right hand and slapped it onto his body.
The Fierce Spirit showed no fear of his Bone Flute and even charged straight into it.
It thrust its hand into Mo Tianji's chest, only for his silhouette to begin slowly dissipating the next instant. It was actually an afterimage.
At the sight, the Fierce Spirit's already small eyes narrowed further.
After looking around, it discovered that Mo Tianji had already rushed toward the Cold Moon Pavilion.
Inside the Cold Moon Pavilion lay countless wounded wolf cultivators and human cultivators from the various sects.
They had either lost the ability to fight or were old, weak, sick, or disabled.
Now, they could only watch helplessly as Mo Tianji lured the Fierce Spirit toward them, unable to do anything but cry out in alarm.
The Wolf Queen, locked in fierce combat, drew in a sharp breath at the sight.
Then she shouted, **"All