Seeing Feng Wuxiu's gaze, Yang Di inexplicably felt that this senior brother seemed like a different person.
Ever since being unable to apprentice under Ye Guichen, Feng Wuxiu had become increasingly cold.
However, she couldn't go against Feng Wuxiu's wishes and had to bow and say, "Yes, Senior Brother."
The surrounding mythical creatures were gathering more and more.
In this moment, there were already over twenty.
Every one of them had considerable cultivation.
If they fought head-on, it would only lead to death.
Watching the mythical creatures reveal their menacing fangs, Yang Di and several surviving disciples gathered around Feng Wuxiu: "Senior Brother, what do we do?"
Desperation filled everyone's eyes.
Feng Wuxiu also furrowed his brows, staring at those creatures: "We fight them!"
As he spoke, Feng Wuxiu already charged out, heading towards a Wolf Demon.
"Sky-cutting!"
Feng Wuxiu's sword slash changed the color of the world.
Boom!
