As these thousands of spirit points entered her body, song qingxiao's veins, which had been drained by the silver Wolf illusion, seemed to be greatly nourished.
After devouring the two-headed dog's flesh and blood, the spirit power of the silver Wolf Phantom was purer and thicker than before.
In the sea of consciousness, the silver Wolf's howl had disappeared, but its breath was flowing along with the spiritual power in song Qing's small veins. After fighting side by side in this way, a man and a Wolf seemed to have reached a special agreement for the first time.
The last few wisps of spirit energy entered her body, and the hand that had turned into a claw slowly returned to a slender and delicate palm, still covered in blood that had not dried up.
The mark of the silver Wolf on her wrist was very eye-catching. She stretched out her finger and rubbed it. The mark was slightly hot, as if it was responding to her in such a special way.
