The Leader Wolf, the size of a water buffalo, was split in half and collapsed on the ground.
In the cave, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath; that sword strike had given him a glimpse into the realm of thunder and lightning, mysterious and profound.
Outside the cave, the death of the Leader Wolf sent the pack of Red Flame Wolves into a panic, as they all retreated and dared not approach for a moment.
Some distance away from the number three battlefield, there stood a red-haired youth, riding atop a Red Flame Demon Wolf. This wolf was almost the same size as the ordinary Red Flame Wolves, but the aura it emitted was even more formidable than that of the Leader Wolf, and it was tinged with strands of demon energy.
This was actually a Demon Beast!
And atop this Demon Beast sat a youth.
If one looked closely, they would find that this red-haired youth was somewhat different from a normal human. First, his eyes were a vivid green, like two leaping ghost fires.