Tang Feng's sword light shocked the heavens as he slashed down towards Snowfield Gray Wolf.
The Snowfield Gray Wolf, naturally unwilling to be captured without a fight, mobilized the Ice Feather Extreme Sword with all its strength, burning the power of its soul to contend with Tang Feng.
But with just one strike, the Snowfield Gray Wolf was forced to retreat rapidly. Its sword light dimmed, and its Primordial Spirit nearly exploded, fissures appearing on its surface.
"Ah, if I am to die, you're coming with me..."
Knowing it had no way to escape today, the Snowfield Gray Wolf revealed a look of madness and began to burn its Primordial Spirit fiercely, intending to self-destruct.
"Hmph, thinking of self-destructing without asking me?"
Tang Feng snorted coldly, his body radiating dazzling light, transforming into a vast River of Sword Magic.
