Looking up, the entire sky was covered by the Wolf Tribe's Golden Core experts.
The Wolf Lord, who lit up the eighth Gate of Heaven, stood proudly in front of the 20 million Wolf Tribe cultivators. The aura on his body condensed into evil blood-red dragons that rolled in the sky behind him.
He snickered.
The Wolf Lord narrowed his blood-red eyes coldly and disdainfully glanced at the National Fate Pass.
The first person he saw was Zhu Yuheng.
"I never thought that you would still be alive.
"However, your cultivation has stopped at the weak seventh Gate of Heaven, and I have already stepped into the supreme eighth Gate of Heaven!
"The difference between us is like heaven and earth! You can't even take ten moves from me now."
The Wolf Lord looked down at Zhu Yuheng.
Then, his long blood-red eyes moved to Lin Qiye.
