"Three breaths. If you don't act by then, I'll kill it."
Apart from Mu Nuo, who also appeared to be part of the impending catastrophe, the situation in the Prefecture City was still far from optimistic. Through the intricate patterns, Xu Yuan could clearly observe the state of the other battlefields.
The clash between Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Bai was still locked in stalemate. However, to prevent the battle of the Supreme Saints from leveling the city, Feng Jiuxuan had actively moved their battleground beyond the collapsing Heavenly Canopy.
From this alone, it appeared that the uncle held a certain advantage.
But the battlefield involving the Qilin Wolf was a different story—gruesome and heartbreaking to witness. The weakness of excessive fur and faint fire was being vividly displayed in that foolish wolf.
