Chapter 429: Who Is She?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Other mystical beasts submitted to the flying silver wolf, respectfully giving way and making room for it.
As soon as the flying silver wolf arrived, it locked onto the strongest presence in front of it—Qiu Moyuan.
Under its oppressive aura, Qiu Moyuan felt as though he were pinned under a mountain, unable to move a step.
A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the flying silver wolf.
Saint beasts were on par with human saints.
Its strength was more than enough to crush everyone present.
Normally, it wouldn’t even spare a glance at these people.
But now…
Troublesome fellows, just go and die!
The flying silver wolf lazily raised its paw, as if swatting a fly.
A cold light shot towards Qiu Moyuan.
“Lord Qiu, be careful!”
“Lord Qiu, quickly dodge!”
People cried out in fear.
Qiu Moyuan also wanted to evade, but under the opponent’s pressure, he couldn’t even move a finger, let alone dodge.
“No—” from the city tower, a woman’s voice, filled with despair, rang out.
Qiu Moyuan’s heart trembled, and he struggled to look back up.
He saw his wife, who was still in her postpartum recovery, holding their baby and standing on the city tower.
“Wanwan!” Qiu Moyuan’s throat tightened, his nose instantly stinging, and he shouted in despair, “Quick, hide!”
Boom!
A white light suddenly appeared, deflecting the cold light that was about to hit Qiu Moyuan, landing on the ground nearby and creating a large crater.
The entire crowd was stunned.
Wha… what just happened?
Su Xiaowan held her son, her legs weak as she leaned against the city tower, her eyes filled with emotion. She murmured softly, “Thank goodness… thank goodness you’re not dead…”
Qiu Moyuan had thought he was doomed, but he suddenly realized that the oppressive force on top of him had disappeared.
From above, a clear and angry voice echoed, “Livestock! You are not allowed to harm anyone!”
Qiu Moyuan quickly raised his head, only to see a woman standing in mid-air not far away.
She wore an elegant white gown that floated gracefully, her long black hair cascading down to her waist, swaying in the wind.
Her profile was perfect and breathtakingly beautiful, yet her expression was cool and distant, radiating an aura of strength and heroism.
“Who is she?”
Qiu Moyuan was astonished.
Everyone else was equally stunned, watching her in amazement.
No one had noticed how she had appeared just now; it was as if she had materialized out of thin air.
She had effortlessly deflected the attack of the third-grade saint beast, the flying silver wolf.
And she even dared to call the flying silver wolf a monster!
She…
Was amazing!
She was incredible!
Even the flying silver wolf was momentarily stunned.
Considered a supreme ruler in its own right, this third-grade saint beast, the flying silver wolf, wasn’t the most powerful beast in the Death Mountain Range, but it commanded the myriad beasts.
And yet, this human dared to call it a livestock?
A mere human who had recently entered the Saint Realm, acting so arrogantly. Today, this wolf would make you regret your words!
The flying silver wolf extended its neck, let out a long howl, and then pounced toward the woman in white.
“Miss, be careful!” Everyone shouted.
Qiu Moyuan’s heart was in his throat.
This flying silver wolf was a third-grade saint beast, more formidable than saints of the same rank. Could she handle it?
The white-clad woman who worried everyone was none other than Gu Qingluan, who had hurriedly come from Tianjing City.
She had traveled one day and one night without rest, originally intending to find Feng Tianlan. She never expected to witness the scene of the beast tide attacking the city.
She heard about the terror of the beast tide before, but seeing it for the first time was an even more astonishing sight than she had imagined.
A vast, endless horde, incessantly pouring in. Such a spectacle was even more shocking than she had anticipated.
But for humanity, it was a colossal disaster.
As a member of the human race, she couldn’t remain indifferent to such a catastrophe.
This third-grade saint beast, the flying silver wolf, seemed to be the leader of the beast tide.. So, let’s start by dealing with it!