A viciousness flashed across his eyes. His gaze drifted across the corpses on the ground and immediately took a step forward.
Feeling the little wolf's fighting spirit, a golden light flashed through Mo Ming's dantian. His hand gripped the sword even tighter.
"Mo... Mo Mingyang's sword pointed up to the sky."
With a boom, a sword beam streaked across the compassionate sky as a wisp of light tore through the darkness.
Whoosh... It was unknown when the wind was blowing, blowing Mo Ming's animal skin to make clothes flutter up and down.
"Roar!" The little wolf let out a roar and charged at Mo Ming.
Hu... Mo Ming waved the longsword in his hand. Immediately, the longsword left his hand and as if it was alive, it shot through the air. In a swift manner, it flashed toward the little wolf.
