Chapitre 767: Goodbye... Lyon.

His little legs kept on moving as trees from behind tumbled ono by one. 

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!"

A loud shout rendered the forest trembling. Local animals immediately scurried away from their lovely homes. However, Fenrir didn't lose his balance as he kept on going. His instinct heightened as he kept on going with those little snubs called paws. The fear of life, the fear of death, he was going for the light at the and the path, and he will do so with the woman he carried by his teeth.

"L-Leave me... Fenrir, you're a brave... mighty wolf... your time is not... here yet."

Her eyelids were heavier than the mountain as she saw trees falling down from the far end of her sight. She couldn't even afford to be trembling in fear like normal cultivators would have, she hardly could lift her finger. The heavy struck of blow that she suffered head-on, must have broken a few of her rib cages.