The sharp sword Qi shook the snow wolves at the front, causing them to spit out blood and fall to the ground, wailing in pain.
The sound entered his ears and lingered on.
The blood that fell on the snow was like red plum blossoms, blooming on the snow.
When she looked down, it was a little nice.
Although some snow wolves fell to the ground, the Wolf Pack behind them did not seem to see their dying companions. They still bared their fangs.
Stepping on the Wolf Pack that had fallen to the ground, their beastly nature erupted, and they didn't know fatigue as they rushed over.
Seeing that the sword Qi couldn't stop the Wolf Pack's advance, Li Tian silently recited the chant to activate the power of the withered plum tree. However, halfway through the chant, he realized that the situation wasn't good.
Between heaven and earth, on the wushen Snow Mountain, there were wolves running.
