Chu Bai was trapped in the sandstorm of death.
Chu Bai couldn't move at all while the wolf outside was glaring at him like a tiger watching its prey.
The alpha wolf kept charging back and forth within the sandstorm of death, continuously dealing damage with an X-shaped attack.
Chu Bai's HP kept dropping.
Apollo held a pair of binoculars in his hand and kept looking over.
At this moment, he had already seen Chu Bai's sorry state and couldn't help but sigh.
"Looks like he's dead this time."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive that sandstorm."
"The monsters nearby were all killed."
When the people from the Hall of Gods saw this, they understood that even Chu Bai was not a match for them and could not hold on either.
Originally, everyone thought that they would be able to defeat it by calling White Night over. They did not expect this wolf to be so strong.
On the battlefield.