The evening breeze stirred, and the willow trees fluttered.
This was the most complex terrain within the Saint Realm, the Demon Beast Mountain Range. In what used to be a quiet mountain, a piercing howl resounded across the sky, and everyone cast their gazes in disbelief at the scene that made their hearts skip a beat...
The girl stood under the setting sun, her white clothes enveloped in a warm, yellow glow, her long, black hair fluttering gently in the evening wind. Her stunning face was utterly expressionless.
It was this very girl who made them momentarily forget to move.
It was as if they had seen a goddess descending to earth...
In front of her, the ferocious Silver Wolf that was just baring its fangs had now been pierced in the neck, blood gushing forth. The blood slowly dyed its silver fur red, which under the setting sun, glowed with a soul-capturing brilliance.
All onlookers swallowed hard.
