In the perilous mountains and forests, the white wolf is now in a desperate situation, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Two women were relentlessly pursuing them, their eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty.

Standing directly opposite it was Ma Hehua, the one that forced it to give it its all.

Ma Hehua is agile and has a cold face. She holds a large knife and looks heroic.

(His figure is dashing and heroic; let's ignore his appearance!)

There was no fear in her eyes, only unwavering determination and a desire for victory.

White Wolf knew this would be a battle to the death.

It no longer disguised itself; its fur stood on end, and it let out a low growl, as if declaring its fearlessness to its enemies.

Ma Hehua launched the first attack, her steps light and swift as she rushed towards the white wolf.

The broadsword in his hand gleamed coldly in the white light as he thrust it straight at the white wolf.

The white wolf dodged to the side, nimbly avoiding the fierce attack.

Its claws scraped across the ground, splashing up a cloud of mud.

The white wolf retaliated swiftly, opening its mouth wide and lunging at Ma Hehua's legs.

Ma Hehua reacted extremely quickly, leaping away to dodge the white wolf's attack.

The moment she landed, she turned and swung her knife, the blade slicing across the white wolf's back, leaving a shallow wound.

The white wolf felt the pain, but its fighting spirit only intensified. It pounced on Ma Hehua again, this time faster and stronger.

Forced by its imposing presence, Ma Hehua had no choice but to retreat a few steps.

But the knife in her hand never stopped, constantly fending off the white wolf's attacks.

The surrounding environment seemed to be infected by the fierce battle.

The trees swayed in the wind, their leaves rustling, as if cheering on this life-or-death struggle.

The small animals in the grass were so frightened that they hid and dared not make a sound.

The figures of the white wolf and Ma Hehua intersected in the mountains and forests, each collision sparking intense flames.

Every pounce and bite from the white wolf was full of power and determination, while every swing of Ma Hehua's knife was precise and decisive.

As the battle continued, the white wolf sustained more and more wounds, but its gaze remained resolute.

It knew that it could not back down, for backing down meant death.

Ma Hehua gradually felt her strength failing. She hadn't eaten anything when she left home in the morning and was quite hungry! But with her tenacious will, she persevered.

Just then, the white wolf suddenly discovered a flaw in Ma Hehua's defenses.

Without hesitation, it pounced and bit Ma Hehua's arm with all its might.

Ma Hehua didn't utter a sound, holding the knife steadily, but this made her movements somewhat inconvenient, so she used her other hand to swing the knife at the white wolf's head.

The white wolf had to release its grip to avoid the fatal blow. What the hell was that hand? It almost bit off its teeth, but it didn't even break the skin.

However, in the instant it dodged, Ma Hehua seized the opportunity to kick it in the stomach, knocking it to the ground.

The white wolf fell to the ground, panting heavily, but it quickly stood up again, its fighting spirit still burning brightly in its eyes.

Looking at the indomitable white wolf before her, Ma Hehua couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. But she knew that this battle had to come to an end.

She raised her knife again and charged at the white wolf.

The white wolf also fearlessly went to meet them.

Just as the two sides were about to clash again, a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops poured down. The rain instantly soaked their bodies, but their battle did not stop.

"Grandma, it's raining. Shall we go home? Or should we take shelter under a tree?" Ma Lihua said.

“We went to take shelter under the tree from the rain. This white wolf is not simple, and wolves are very vengeful. I just don’t know what this white wolf wants to do in Black Mountain.” Ma Linghua’s eyes were filled with contemplation and speculation.

The rain blurred the vision, making the battle even more difficult.

But neither White Wolf nor Ma Hehua gave up. They continued to fight in the rain, as if the whole world had dwindled to just the two of them.

As time went by, both White Wolf and Ma Hehua were exhausted. But they persisted, each waiting for the other to collapse first.

Finally, the white wolf ran out of energy, and its movements became sluggish.

Seizing the opportunity, Ma Hehua slashed the white wolf's leg with her knife. The white wolf collapsed to the ground in agony, unable to stand up again.

Ma Hehua walked up to the white wolf, looking into its eyes filled with resentment and despair, and felt a pang of emotion. "You are a respectable wolf, but this is fate." With that, she raised her broadsword and with one stroke, the white wolf's head was severed from its body.

The Soul-Capturing Bell was shaken a few times, completely wiping out the white wolf's soul.

The rain continued to fall, as if weeping for this fierce battle.

The white wolf's life also came to an end.

But it has no regrets, because it fought to the very last moment...

However, when the white wolf died, a bunch of things appeared next to him, the most eye-catching of which was the bib that Ma Lihua wore when she was a child.

The three members of the Ma family remained silent for a moment.

“I didn’t expect this white wolf to like these things. It’s quite unique,” ​​Ma Hehua said as she quickly picked up the things from the ground.

Ma Linghua, however, lowered her gaze.

She needs to take pear blossoms to Yunnan as soon as possible.

"Lotus, go home, pack your things, we're going to Yunnan tomorrow," Ma Linghua said calmly.

"Mother, what are we going to Yunnan for?" Ma Hehua didn't understand, but she had never been to Yunnan either.

Ma Linghua felt there was no harm in talking about it. "The descendants of Shennong Valley have settled in Yunnan, so we need to take care of Lihua's health as soon as possible." She was afraid it would be too late.

When the white wolf died, the soul lamp exploded.

"Bai Feng, my son!"

A woman cried out in anguish, and in her emotional state, she fainted.

Meanwhile, news spread from Baiyi Mountain that the young master of the Bai family had been killed. Now, the Bai family members are acting like madmen, contacting people everywhere to find his whereabouts.

A pheasant demon stepped forward shakily and said, "Madam Bai, I heard the young master say a few days ago that he was going to Black Mountain in the south. I wonder..." The pheasant demon's words made Bai Fei, the head of the Bai family, frown.

Montenegro? What kind of place is that? He's never heard of it.

Seeing his puzzled look, the chicken demon said again, "Lord Bai, Black Mountain is one of the most terrifying places in the world. My family has connections there, so I don't know much about it."

Madam Bai had completely lost her mind. "I want to go to Black Mountain! I want to go! I want to find out who killed my Feng'er!"

Her eyes were filled with tears, every word she spoke was filled with grief, and she appeared to be emotionally broken.

Bai Fei glanced at her. Although Bai Feng was the legitimate son, he had many sons; one dead was one less. But he couldn't be careless until the murderer was found, lest it be a revenge killing.