C430 Hunting Lone Wolf(7)

The tip of the Wolf Head Blade in Pu Ji's hand was hanging on the ground. The cold blade's sharp aura was mixed with a strong stench of blood as it slowly floated in the air.

Looking at Sunn Cheng who was standing opposite him, Pu Ji licked his dry and cracked lips. Under his fluffy and messy lion mane, a pair of eyes that were filled with a dark green fierceness stared at him fiercely