The Martial Soul was a Gray Wolf King, with grayish-white fur, long fangs, and limbs with elegant lines, resembling a small calf.
The Gray Wolf King tore apart the castrated ghost and picked up the little fox in its mouth.
It was somewhat puzzled, examining the little fox.
The little fox was bound by Ghost Power, curled up into a ball, looking rather pitiful.
The Gray Wolf King let out a beastly roar, seeming to reassure the little fox not to be afraid.
The little fox was so angry it almost spat blood.
The Fox Pill, if only it hadn't lost the Fox Pill, how could it be looked down upon by a Martial Soul.
"Damn mercenaries! Today, I will swallow you alive."
Hua Yaorou's hand was burned beyond recognition, covered in blisters.
She cherished her hands greatly, but today two members of the Human Clan destroyed one of her jade-like hands, making her furious.
She heard the sound of creeping flesh, as a strong surge of Ghost Energy enveloped the injured hand.
