Feeling Beiting Huang's reliance, Yan Ye couldn't bear to blame her anymore. Instead, he blamed himself deeply. His entire body emitted a cold aura that made people freeze. His beautiful face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, and his purple eyes flashed with a demonic light. He held Beiting Huang with one hand and gently raised his other hand. A black and extremely terrifying weapon shaped like a death god's scythe attacked the Silver Wolf not far away. Its speed was so fast that even the Silver Wolf, that had used its innate spiritual beast skill, couldn't dodge it.
BOOM!
The huge silver wolf was like a kite with a broken string. It smashed into the stone wall on the side of the cave. The fierce attack was so ruthless that even Beiting Huang could not bear to look at it.
