Feng Xiong’s claws dug deeply into the ground as the successive wind blades struck him in the exact same spot. His coat of fur was finally cut open, and he was struggling desperately. On the second strike, he almost threw Tang San off. However, the powerful blows on the nape of his neck were too much to bear.0

When the tenth wind blade struck, the muscles at the back of his head were severed, causing his majestic stature to crumble.0

When the fifteenth wind blade fell, his spine was completely severed.0

Tang San's eyes shimmered as he dispelled the last three wind blades. At this moment, Feng Xiong was on the brink of death, hanging on to his last breath. He couldn't let the wolf’s head be severed, as that would affect the devouring of his bloodline.0

From start to finish, the battle had lasted only ten breaths. It looked simple, but Tang San had exhausted all his strength.0

He had used all...0