Then, from the Wolf Claw rose a nine-colored flame that quickly incinerated this strand of Divine Sense. Under the scorching heat of the flame, the once mighty and invincible Divine Sense let out a mournful Spiritual Will.
"Ah!!! Wolf Lord, what can you do even if you destroy one of my strands of Divine Sense? Hahaha, I've already achieved my goal, at least I've destroyed several Heavenly Boundary powerhouses of your Wolf Pack Civilization and left my mark on the Dao Fruit of the Wicked Venerable. When the black barrier recedes, it will be the day of your and this world's downfall! Do you really think you are the Master of this world? If you have the guts, go to that node in the Antarctic, and I will show you what true Sovereign Level Power is."
Even as this strand of Divine Sense belonging to the Nether Venerable was being rapidly refined, it stubbornly clung to its bravado.
