The Cold Pool Valley Market had already turned into a battlefield, full of pits and hollows, hilltops cut down, and hillsides blown up, with rubble and broken wood everywhere, and the air mixed with a trace of pungent blood scent.
Whether it was cultivators or fox demons, they both suffered heavy casualties...
The demon shadow of the Old Granny Fox had disappeared, replaced instead by a hunchbacked, panting three-tailed white fox.
This white fox was barely over half a person tall, standing upright at this moment on a lone cliff at dusk.
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
Old Granny Fox looked fiercely and unwillingly at the distance. After this desperate battle, seventy to eighty percent of its fox cubs had perished, and it was unknown how long it would take to cultivate a new batch.
The Multi-tailed Fox Race excelled in Illusion Techniques, the most suitable enemy tactic being a slow infiltration, sowing discord, and cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
