A black and a white Xiang Pa slanted across the skies of the Demon World, with vast, clearly visible ring-shaped mountains spewing billowing clouds, casting cold and silence onto the earth; the vast Sacred Helm Plains seemed frosted over, with silver streams stretching for miles.
While Yi Tiao was indulging in merriment, Liu Zhenhuan had already arrived in the Demon World.
This place was a land of heartbreak for him, and he would have preferred never to come here again in his lifetime if he could avoid it.
Rescuing the Wolf Cavalry here was entirely Liu Zhenhuan's personal idea; he didn't consult with anyone, nor did he plan to.
Although he didn't have a good relationship with the high-ranking members of the Wolf Tribe, as a representative of the God of War, every Beamon was like his own child. If he could prevent these Wolf warriors from becoming cannon fodder, Liu Zhenhuan wanted to preserve some sparks for the kingdom.
