The disciples of the Kunlun Sect all wore expressions of grief and helplessness, each kneeling on the ground in painful lament, and some even began to weep loudly.
The clouds in the sky churned, and the sound of thunder grew louder.
Lin Yingying surveyed the surroundings and shouted anxiously, "Oh no, that dead wolf is still inside!"
Long Fei said lightly, "Don't worry, this guy is a wolf, naturally sly, how could he put his own life at risk in there?"
Just as he was speaking, in the firelight among the clouds, a wolf demon as fiery as flames darted out.
With the Emperor's Chariot above its head, three heads spewing flames, it cried out, "Master, it's bad, I'm going to die, I'm going to be burned to ashes!"
As soon as it emerged, the clouds in the sky suddenly rumbled with thunder, rolled up a fierce gust of wind, and abruptly vanished into the void.
This small world where the Kunlun Ancestor secluded himself, collapsed.
