SHRIIIP!
The razor-sharp Sword Qi mercilessly tore across Silver Moon's back, spattering blood and leaving a wound deep enough to reveal bone.
But Silver Moon only faltered for a moment before baring its fangs to attack once more. By now, it was covered in wounds, its snow-white fur soaked with blood.
Song Xianming's condition was also poor. Although he had the power of the entire Grand Array to support him, his own strength was a critical weakness. The prolonged battle had placed an immense burden on him.
He could feel that he didn't have much power left; at most, he could only execute three more strikes.
Three strikes. It was too few.
He had no confidence that he could slay the ferocious wolf before him.
Just as Song Xianming hesitated, a nimble young woman appeared behind him, pushing a wheelchair.
