As he watched the blood of the Blood Maned Demon Wolves seep into the soil below and vanish, Lu Qingshan's mood grew heavier.
Killing six Blood Maned Demon Wolves seemed like a significant victory on the surface.
But in reality, the essence blood of these wolves was accelerating the formation of the Blood River above the sky.
They had to speed up.
After dealing with these six Demon Wolves, Lu Qingshan and his group prepared to turn around and rush to Xu Hao's aid.
Roar—
The Green Savage Wolf, seeing its subordinates slaughtered in moments, let out a frustrated roar of impotence.
This human cultivator in front of it clung to it like a stubborn candy, refusing to let go.
The Golden Scale Armor on its body was extremely hard, impervious even to its sharp fangs and claws for the time being.
Its fierce wolf eyes saw Lu Qingshan and the others coming towards it after dealing with its wolf underlings.