Mo Ang did not know how to talk. His worry in the past had made him want to say a thousand things. However, when they met again on the battlefield, he could not say a word.

"Ang .." Sha Ying tilted her head back slightly. Two streams of clear tears flowed down her pale face. Her eyes, however, were filled with joy.

Mo Ang looked at Sha Ying's haggard face. His eyes were filled with heartache. He tightly held Sha Ying's hand, as if he was willing to stay like this for a long time.

The two of them only had eyes for each other, but in reality, this was a battlefield. If they didn't pay attention to others, others would come looking for them.

Without a word, a giant punch struck Mo Ang's back. Caught off guard, Mo Ang took a heavy punch and spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky. His right foot took a step forward, but he managed to stop himself.

"Ang!" Sha Ying did not have any mental preparation. When she saw that Mo Ang was injured, her eyes first revealed panic and concern. However, when she saw that Mo Ang was fine, she raised her head and looked behind Mo Ang.

Even if it was a woman, even if she fell in love, she was still a wolf, a bloodthirsty white wolf!

The one who attacked Mo Ang was a muscular man with a fierce-looking face. He wasn't holding a spear, but a pair of gloves that only protected the joints of his hands. Seeing that his punch didn't kill Mo Ang, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Mo Ang had been slaughtering everyone before, so naturally, there would be people who were specifically targeting him. Obviously, this man was the one in charge of fighting against Mo Ang. When he saw the woman beside Mo Ang, he looked at Sha Ying with disdain.

Indeed, out of the many people and wolves left on the battlefield, Sha Ying was the weakest, even though I could only see a small corner of her body.

Mo Ang pulled Sha Ying's hand, wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth and said gently, "Ying Ying, I will protect you!" He waved the long sword in his hand and a string of blood shot out. He looked at the big man coldly. If he wanted to protect Sha Ying, he must defeat all the enemies he faced.

The big man laughed evilly, the scar on his face became even more sinister, he waved his fists and rushed forward.

Mo Ang waved his long blade and a sharp blade aura appeared, protecting himself and Sha Ying. Sha Ying was also not willing to fight against Mo Ang alone. She slightly bent her body and turned her hands into wolf claws, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Facing the situation between the two, the big man did not care at all. He waved his iron fist and a ruthless aura immediately scattered the saber Qi. With a "hehe" laugh, he took a step forward and rushed towards Mo Ang.

Mo Ang's expression was serious. This man was powerful and rare on the battlefield. He was definitely not an ordinary Immortal weapon. When he saw the big man attack, he grabbed Sha Ying and quickly dodged.

The big man's fist landed on the ground, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake. Mud and rocks flew everywhere, and the Immortal Weapon Demonic Wolves that were fighting in the surroundings were also swept away, flying tens of feet away.

As the dust settled, the man slowly stood up. He was in a huge pit with a radius of ten zhang! The power of one punch actually had such destructive power. What kind of fist technique was this?!

Mo Ang knew this person was not easy to deal with. He looked at Sha Ying with worry. This was a battle that she couldn't get involved in. However, the latter smiled and shook her head, indicating that Mo Ang should be at ease. She even nudged her nose playfully. In this battle of slaughter, it was a unique scene. Maybe Sha Ying completely trusted Mo Ang, and believed that he would do his best to protect her. Or maybe, her keen senses had already smelled the ominous ending, and she pretended to be relaxed, willing to enjoy that final moment of happiness ..

"Kill!"

Mo Ang growled, gripped his long blade with both of his hands and swung the eighteen coiling dragon sabers like a tiger or a tiger. He was fighting with that big guy. The Wandering Dragon formed from the saber Qi did not harm the burly man in the slightest when it collided with him. It could only slightly block him.

Both of the big man's fists were blocked by Mo Ang's saber Qi, and he could not help but feel a little angry. As he attacked Mo Ang, he became unable to do anything to Mo Ang, so he roared and retreated out of the battle. He clenched his right fist tightly and stomped his feet on the ground, flying towards Mo Ang, leaving a crack.

Mo Ang was initially on par with the big sized man, but when he saw the big size man's momentum increase, he was slightly shocked, his eyes became serious, holding onto his blade with both of his hands, he slashed out a few meters long blade qi, then suddenly stabbed his blade into the ground, causing mud and stone to rise, in a moment, it formed into a huge coiled dragon, protecting Mo Ang!

The burly man was fearless facing Mo Ang's saber Qi. His right fist, which was hidden at his waist, seemed to be pushing it out with great difficulty. The approaching saber Qi was dispersed just like that.

"Roar!"

As the big man approached, the huge dragon let out a loud roar at him. A substance-like wind swept by, leaving behind a several feet deep gully on the ground, but it did not affect him in the slightest.

"Hah!"

With a loud roar, the man's right fist viciously smashed into the colossal dragon with the force of a thunderbolt!

"Bang!" With a loud sound, a crack appeared on the colossal dragon's body. It spread out and became more and more numerous, faster and faster. A moment later, it covered the entire body of the dragon!

The corner of the man's mouth curled into an evil smile. His right fist moved forward a little more and with a "peng" sound, the huge dragon turned into fragments of mudstone and disappeared. Mo Ang, who was still in disbelief, coughed out a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

The man did not stop. Instead, he took this opportunity to punch Mo Ang's head again!

"Ying .."

With a light mutter, half of the bones in Mo Ang's body shattered, and he could no longer move. He could not avoid this punch, and as the fist got closer and closer, bigger and bigger, he closed his eyes, with a hint of regret and unwillingness ..

With a bang, he fell to the ground. The longblade in his hand had long since left his hand and was nailed to the ground next to him. The cold light slowly faded away.

Mo Ang closed his eyes for a moment. He did not expect the punch. He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned by what he saw.

The big man's fist broke through Sha Ying's body. Drops of blood flowed down from his fingers and dripped onto the black soil. Sha Ying's hands tightly held onto the big man's arm, preventing him from advancing any further.

At this moment, Sha Ying slowly turned his head. With the last trace of nostalgia, he looked at Mo Ang. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. Looking at it now, it was actually so sad and beautiful! The light in his eyes gradually faded, as if he was saying his final farewell. In the cold winter night, it was like the dimness of the last star, bringing with it a sadness that slowly faded into the darkness, never to shine again ..

The big man seemed to be shocked as well. He slowly pulled his arm out and looked at the blood that was flowing out of his hand and his body turn dark. A look of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Sha Ying's delicate body slowly fell to the ground, leaving a sorrowful arc. She fell onto the ground covered in blood without any sound, as if the entire world had become silent because of this.

Mo Ang's gaze followed Sha Ying's fall. He slowly moved and didn't leave the smile that was slowly outlined on his pale lips, and just stared blankly.

After a short time together, what awaited them was such a tragic ending. Mo Ang did not cry or shout, but slowly got up and walked step by step towards Sha Ying who had turned into a white wolf.

Every step he took was filled with immense pain. However, Mo Ang's eyes were devoid of color, his face was expressionless, and the cold wind blew on the ground, causing the war around him to continue.

While kneeling beside Sha Ying, Mo Ang opened his mouth, but he could not say anything. Looking at the cold corpse in front of him, he slowly reached out his hands and hugged Sha Ying. Fear, confusion, sadness, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Icy cold tears flowed down and dripped onto the once warm fur. Mo Ang's expression was painful to the extreme. He hugged his lover tighter.

"Aooo!"

He roared out the despair in his heart!

A roar that separated life and death was heard.

A roar filled with shattered life and hope!

He threw his head back and roared, releasing all of his emotions and echoing throughout the battlefield. All the wolf tribe members looked over when they heard his words, a trace of sadness flashing across their eyes.

Crystalline drops fell one after another in a disorderly fashion. Little snowflakes actually began to fall at this moment, making this heavy battlefield even more sorrowful and desolate.

"Roar!"

A translucent dragon that was a thousand feet long suddenly rushed out from Mo Ang's body and soared high into the sky. It attracted the attention of all the immortal wolves and they all rushed straight down straight towards the burly man who was deep in thought.

The burly man had long been pulled back from his thoughts. When he saw the incoming dragon, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He gathered his spirit energy and punched the dragon's head!

Boom!

The deafening sound was so loud that if I wasn't part of the soul, I would have covered my ears and rolled on the ground. The man's right fist was slowly shattering and dissipating. In just a moment, only half of it remained! The big man's left hand was placed on his right arm. He seemed to want to pull it back, but he didn't move at all. It was just that his speed of dissipation was a bit faster.

Ah!" The large man struggled in terror. Finally, after his entire shoulder dissipated, he let out an extremely mournful cry before turning into ashes.

The Wandering Dragon returns and disappears the moment it comes into contact with Mo Ang's body. I can clearly see that the dragon's head is a Demonic Core that is bigger than an egg! Upon a closer look, it was actually a dragon like Pill Mark. Initially, it was incomplete, but at this moment, it was swiftly extending. When the Demonic Core entered Mo Ang's mouth, it had already extended and formed a complete dragon shape.

Mo Ang's injuries quickly recovered. Although he did not completely recover, he had mostly recovered. The aura he was giving out now was much stronger than before. It must have been because of this great tragedy. His power had increased tremendously!

However, there was no joy on Mo Ang's face. In front of the great sorrow of his lover, he could not stir up even the slightest bit. The sorrow he felt was greater than the death of his heart. Perhaps it was just like this.

At this moment, Mo Ang might really wish to die. When only regret and sadness remains in his life, when life only has memories and no future, when life can only rely on the past to survive, living alone in this world, what kind of intense pain is that ..