"Boom boom boom boom!"
Like the sound of a rapid drumbeat, Wang Wu's Heart of the Earth throbbed more arrogantly, more wantonly.
General Xuelang looked up, a trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth, watching him with concern. Even as a Third-Grade Great Demon, a former Mountain Master of the Great Snow Mountain Academy, with all his experience, he had never seen such a situation.
Isn't it just giving away a part of the Wolf Gaze Divine Techniques bloodline? Why does it feel like breaking through a Celestial Tribulation?
It's terrifying, he feels like this little bear is about to explode.
And in such a status, it's very easy to be discovered by Human Race Cultivators.
But there was no way, he couldn't even help much.
He just waited anxiously, from sunrise to sunset, and none of the mortals in the courtyard noticed anything unusual. It seemed that no Human Race Cultivators passed by either; they were very lucky.
