Everyone held their breath.
The young man was so powerful it was suffocating.
Yang Lijun, who had been on the verge of death, seemed to be clinging to her last breath under the pressure of his aura, but her expression was one of extreme agony.
The young man walked toward Yang Lijun, one step at a time.
The wooden box was thrown to the ground.
Everyone saw that inside the wooden box was a bloody, violently throbbing meridian.
It looked as if it had been extracted from a Wolf Demon.
The aura that had attracted the great pack of Wolf Demons was the residual aura on the meridian.
"Where is it?"
the young man asked.
"I don't know."
Yang Lijun said with difficulty.
Seeing her in such agony, Mo Shan and his three brothers felt great sympathy, but they didn't dare make a reckless move in front of the young man.
"SPURT!"
Yang Lijun spat out a mouthful of blood, her face contorting as if she were about to be crushed.
But she clenched her jaw tightly.
