"It's true."
At this moment, Jiang Chengxuan confirmed the true nature of the silver wolf. The gash he made didn't bleed; it was pitch black and empty inside. These silver wolves were indeed puppets, created by the Water Immortal Sect. The sect must have used some method to mass-produce these mystical constructs, which not only harnessed spatial power but could also meld into the void.
"Silver Sky Demon Suppression Palm!"
While Jiang Chengxuan was deep in thought, Yin Qiao and Jin Dashan were already engaged in a fierce battle. Lacking means to counter the spatial power, they had to rely on brute force to fend off the silver wolves.
"This place must have some mechanism," Jiang Chengxuan thought. As he mused, he swiftly channeled his celestial power, wielding the saw blade to assist Yin Qiao and Jin Dashan.
