"Where does this moon and Pinghu come from? Is it not that the Spirit Tide has just receded, could it be coming again..."
"Not good, this is Martial Intent, such a strong vision!"
White Wolf reacted extremely quickly.
His consciousness merely dazzled for a moment before he came to his senses, realizing that he had fallen for a trick.
He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of heated blood from his heart.
With the Tiger Head Sword in hand, he spun around his body quickly, advancing rather than retreating, and in one swoop, he slashed out a magnificent and grand wave of sword energy.
The edge of his blade directed, the dense Sword Qi gathered into a ferocious wolf's head, lunging forward to bite.
Along the way, grass, bamboo, and rocks simultaneously shattered, led by his sword drawing Qi into a wolf, bursting forth a wide path, directly clearing thirty zhang.