Song qingxiao's voice was not loud. In fact, her voice was drowned out by the sizzling sound of thunder and the blood of the beast King.
Not to mention that there were still half of the remaining monster beasts who were wailing. Under the double pressure of the Thunder and the shrinking of the sea of stars, even she herself could not clearly hear what she said.
However, the silver Wolf's action of licking the blood paused. This unusually cautious Wolf King seemed to have lost its innate vigilance at this moment, and it turned around without hesitation.
It had turned its head too quickly, causing blood to drip from the corner of its mouth.
The pair of gray-blue eyes accurately caught song qingxiao's appearance. Then, the silver Wolf's face, which was covered in blood, showed an extremely complicated expression.
'Wuwuwu-'
