How could there be such a strong sense of oppression!
The Blood Pupil Frost Wolf's expression was extremely heavy, the pressure from the Blood Centipede was something he had never felt, even when facing any Great Saint of the Demon Race!
His gaze involuntarily turned to the pack of wolves behind him, those inheriting the power of their ancestral totems, a firm determination flashed in his eyes!
"Fight to the death!"
Understanding the Blood Pupil Frost Wolf's intentions, a voice suddenly emerged from behind him. Another Blood Pupil Frost Wolf slowly stepped forward to stand alongside the first, gazing at the Blood Centipede!
Although the Blood Centipede was powerful, for the future of the Blood Pupil Frost Wolf clan, sacrifices had to be made, there could be no retreat!
"As you wish!"
Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed from the void, devoid of any emotion, not originating from the Blood Centipede coiled above, but from behind the Blood Pupil Frost Wolf!
