DRIP. DROP.
Beads of sweat trickled down his chin, shattering on the ground below.
The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood and the chilling aura of corpse qi.
"This is it!"
Knowing full well that there was no way out today without a fight to the death, Chu Tiankuang let out a furious snort. He unleashed a torrent of powerful True Qi and led the charge forward.
"Kill!"
The life-and-death struggle began anew.
Meanwhile, less than a hundred meters from the bloody battle, Qi Yun stood behind a towering tree. His hands hung at his sides, and beneath his wide sleeves, the fingers of his right hand moved slowly, pinching the air in a strange and precise rhythm as if plucking invisible strings.
The Bronze Wolf Dogs could fight on instinct alone, but their attacks were too direct and simple, their weaknesses easily exploited.
But with his active control, the four Bronze Wolf Dogs' attacks became far more cunning, their coordination more refined.
