The frigid blade quickly reached Xing Wu's neck, and he could already feel the chill emanating from it.
However, at this moment he was devoid of any strength; his previous outburst had drained the last bit of energy from his body, and he now felt as weak as an infant.
A cruel glint flashed in Black Robe's eyes; he seemed to already envision Xing Wu's death, a state that deeply fascinated him, a perverse thrill that rushed to his brain and excited him immensely.
"Die!" Black Robe's slightly hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of excitement and thrill.
But just then, a roar echoed through the heavens, the massive soundwave hurling Black Robe away. Turning his head, he saw a silver giant wolf standing majestically between Heaven and Earth, its domineering gaze staring down at Black Robe, instilling a fear deep in his soul.
These were such indifferent eyes, high and mighty, looking down on everything as if all the beings were no different from dust.
