The demons swarmed forward again.

The bloody battle between the two sides has begun again.

Yan Dingyun and the snow wolf were locked in a fierce battle, their strengths evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner.

The main reason is that the werewolf in front of them has never been recorded in the Ling Shu Pavilion.

Yan Dingyun knew nothing about his various skills and attack methods.

Everything requires improvisation; he needs some time to find a way to defeat him.

The snow wolf knew this, so it unleashed a series of attacks, giving Yan Dingyun no chance to think or retaliate.

One should press on with one's might, but the momentum will wane with each attempt, and exhaust it completely with each subsequent one.

However, due to the existence of Yan Dingyun's [Mirror Reversal] spirit technique, the werewolf was never able to break through his defense.

As the fight went on, the snow wolf grew somewhat angry and glanced at the battle below.

The vast number of demons repeatedly attacked the Great Wall of Ten Thousand Spirits, but they never managed to break through.

A dragon's roar echoed from the sky, signaling the arrival of another batch of firepower support from the Lei family.

The demon race had barely advanced a little before being driven back again.

He couldn't help but curse angrily:

"What kind of Divine Dragon China is this? It's nothing but a cowardly turtle that only knows how to cower and take a beating!"

Yan Dingyun knew he had no choice but to talk nonsense, so he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to him.

The situation is currently favorable for the Spirit Master. He only needs to continue stalling until Ruo Tinghan arrives, at which point he can easily eliminate all these people.

Knowing that continuing would be disadvantageous, the snow wolf in front of it howled again!

Many demons below, whose strength had risen to the level of Demon Lord, flew into the sky.

They flew in from all directions and surrounded Yan Dingyun.

Yan Dingyun's eyes were deep as he gripped the knife tightly.

There was no fear in his eyes. Even if the enemy outnumbered him and he was outnumbered, even if he was facing four opponents and his life was in danger, he would not turn back!

As countless demons rushed forward, Yan Dingyun closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy within his body surged like boiling water.

This is clearly a big surprise.

[Folded mirror! Empty...]

Before he could finish speaking, a deep voice suddenly rang out:

【A sword amidst wind and snow!】

[Sealed for ten thousand years!]