The stench of the alpha wolf’s rot-filled breath sprayed against the back of Xiao Yu’s neck.
Shen Qing felt a surge of metallic, sweet-tasting blood in her throat. She watched, helpless, as the sharp claws of the three snow wolves hovered just inches from Xiao Yu’s shattered armor.
At the final, desperate second, Puyue suddenly flung the fire-striker in her palm toward the icicles hanging from the cliff top. Sparks splashed against the accumulated frost, and a ghostly blue light flared from within the ice.
Chapter 113