Innate Yin Yang Sword Intent (1)

Xiao Ming struck out the ray of cloudy light towards the incoming blood liquids. The fog of blood released howling phantoms of the Blood Wolves.

BANG!

An intense collision struck out as the sword light of cloud collided with the blood fog. Numerous divine chanting echoed and suppressed the howl of the Blood Wolves. Looking towards the huge and divine figures chanting above them, the rest of the Blood Wolves shuddered in fright.

The echoes of the divine figures that sounded ethereal buzzed in their ears and their eyes were blinded in light. This awakened the fright from the depths of their souls.

GWARRH!

Their pained howls followed after as they looked solemnly at Xiao Ming's fierce figure. Xiao Ming seemed spent as he had exhausted a great deal of his energy in releasing the previous strike. His hair was already disheveled and a few grave injuries appeared on his pale skin.

Nevertheless, his gaze was as cold and sharp as ever, despite surrounded by the dozen Blood Wolves.