The Ancient Poison Jiao howled loudly, its gaze firmly fixed on Mo Li. After the White Wolf Deity appeared from the void, it transformed into the size of a regular adult dog and gently landed on the head of the Ancient Poison Jiao. Its eyes conveyed disdain as it exhaled a breath of white air from its nostrils, causing the Ancient Poison Jiao to stiffen and gradually turn into dust that scattered with the breeze.
"You shouldn't have killed it! It is my enemy! It had to die by my hands!"
With a crazed look in his eyes, Mo Li stared at Feng Yuan as he approached. Glancing at Mo Li, Feng Yuan walked slowly towards Mo Ling and said,
"What would you have used to kill it? Your Zi Mo is only at the Elite Level, so outmatched by it. Unless you wanted to avenge her after her death?"
"What are you going to do! Don't you dare touch Xiao Ling!"
"Tsk, I didn't expect you to be so easily blinded by rage."
