The power of the Spiritual Artifact could suppress the demon.
Suddenly, the Demon Wolf King raised its head, flashed a sinister smile at Mou Chen, showing its fierce canine teeth. It hadn't transformed its bones and couldn't speak, but from the shape of its mouth,
it was saying, "All of you will die here today."
The skeletal palm, instead of retreating in pain, continued to probe cruelly.
Zhang Yaosong's face drastically changed as he was about to intervene, but unexpectedly, the Demon Wolf King's arm slightly quivered. The flesh between its bones instantly turned into a streak of blood filth, which spiraled around and flicked off its fingertip.
The blood filth entered the azure bead.
The bead shattered upon contact.
Corpses of demon wolves, no longer restrained, sensed the fresh scent of humans and swarmed frantically.
The small, ancient Cold Pavilion was smashed to pieces in the surge of demon energy.
