In the distant darkness, Lu Ling, who had revealed his true form as a member of the Blood Race, was hiding after being heavily wounded by the Night Winged Wolf. He was now desperately trying to recover from his injuries.
"This kid, he actually has so many trump cards," Lu Ling thought, perceiving the distant battle vaguely, his heart filled with shock.
Chen Yu's Bloodline Power was extraordinary, able to shine so brightly in this dark space.
In addition, the Spiritual Artifact that had injured the Night Winged Wolf was no ordinary one.
With the body of a Holy Beast, the Night Winged Wolf wasn't afraid of ordinary Spiritual Artifact attacks.
"However, this kid is tired of living, daring to take the initiative to strike. Even if the Night Winged Wolf is weakened and heavily wounded, its dying counterattack is enough to kill me, let alone Chen Yu."
