Lin Fan was greatly shocked. The Wolf King is not attacking at all, but commanding!
Regular fighting methods are completely useless. He was being played, his physical strength was rapidly depleted by dodging again and again, and despair began to spread.
Just when the sharp claws of a wind wolf were about to pierce his throat, a sharp pain from the depths of his blood suddenly exploded.
It was a soul-rending pain.
Lin Fan let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice, and a cold, lifeless power spurted out from his body. On his exposed skin, strange black lines spread rapidly like living creatures, covering half of his body.
The world in front of me seemed to slow down.
He subconsciously punched out, there was no spiritual light, only pure and extreme power.
"Bang!"
The rushing wolf had half its head exploded, and red and white things splashed all over the floor.
There was a momentary commotion among the wolves.
Lin Fan gasped for air, the power in his body was so violent that it almost burst his meridians. He even felt that his consciousness was blurring, and he just wanted to destroy everything in front of him. He punched the ground violently to calm down the uncontrollable impulse, but the ground beneath the fist was already cracked.
