A cold light flashed!
Just as the two wolves were fleeing, Feng Chu Ge jumped up.
In mid-air, the dagger slashed across the back of a wolf.
This dagger was the one he had taken out from the Demon Subduing Pagoda that day. It was exceptionally sharp and could cut through iron like mud.
It was just a short touch, but the wolf let out a wail…
In the next moment, fresh blood started to rise again.
His tall body fell down just like that…
Under the white light, the strength of the two wolves had long been greatly weakened.
The other wolf watched as its companion died. It howled and growled.
It turned around and looked straight at Feng Chu Ge with its eyes flashing with an unknown light.
Blood dripped down from the dagger in his hand.
Feng Chuge's eyes drooped slightly as he looked at the wolf. His red lips curled up slightly." It was you who provoked me first…"
A cold voice sounded.