PSHFFT—!
The tip of the sword pierced the giant wolf's shoulder blade and emerged from its back.
The silver wolf let out a blood-curdling howl, its massive body trembling violently.
Fang Han gave it no chance.
He gripped the sword with his right hand and slammed his left palm onto the hilt, unleashing a colossal force of over one hundred thousand pounds.
The Cloud Splitting Sword ran through the giant wolf's shoulder blade, sinking all the way to the hilt.
The silver wolf's enormous body crashed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
It twitched a few times. The ferocious light in its dark-gold vertical pupils quickly dimmed, finally fading into nothingness.
Fang Han slowly withdrew his longsword, panting lightly.
His green robe was torn in multiple places, with wounds on his left shoulder, right arm, and waist. Blood soaked through the tattered fabric.
But he stood there, his back ramrod straight, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
