Slaughter

"Ahwhoooo!"

Two winged wolves circled around, baring ferocious teeth and claws, exuding savageness.

"There's no need to growl. The isolation power of this mysterious realm is greater than the Small Restriction Origin Banner. Even the Nascent Soul can't sense you…"

Qing Meng's face was icy cold as a Fey wolf growled behind him.

It might be one against two at the Primordial Core realm, but he was a core disciple of the Holy Mountain. He had superb magical powers and had no problem fending for himself for the time being.

Now, he would just open a path for the Fey wolves to kill Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan stepped back and asked calmly, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

"It's all your fault!" Qing Meng turned around with bloodshot eyes. "If it wasn't for you, how would it have come to this?"

"What are you saying? I don't understand!"