The sky was instantly illuminated by the lightning, and song qingxiao finally saw the silver light she had been looking for.
Under the sky, a pair of furry pointed ears poked out from behind the corpse of a demonic beast that was as big as a Hill.
The silver wolf's head slowly appeared in front of her eyes, letting her see the familiar head that she had not seen for many years.
It hid among the corpses of the beasts, crawling and moving carefully. It was extremely vigilant, and the moment there was any movement, it would immediately retract its head back into the blood.
It waited until there were no other demonic beasts in the surroundings that could detect its presence before it reappeared.
The head had already been dyed maroon in blood, dripping down its silver fur. It took a long time for its fur to return to its original color.
With the demonic beast's body and blood as a cover, it was no wonder that song qingxiao had not discovered its whereabouts.
