Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

In the space of Yellow Dragon Island, a terrifying King Martial suppression filled the air, as a wolf-shaped Ferocious Beast as tall as a man rose from the ocean, stepping on waves that reached tens of thousands of feet into the air, coming into mid-air. Its eyes were filled with icy sharpness, like a King looking down upon his subjects, commanding and impressive.

"Little White..." Xiao Ye’s expression froze as he stared at the suddenly appearing Ferocious Beast.

This beast resembled Little White, but on its body, there was not a single scar, not even a hair was damaged. More importantly, at the top of this Ferocious Beast’s head, there appeared a tuft of red hair that flickered like flames.

Added to those indifferent eyes, it made Xiao Ye hardly believe this was the same Little White that had just undergone such a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation.

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In the space of Yellow Dragon Island, all the disciples were stunned, trembling under the terrifying King Martial suppression, unable to muster any strength from within.

"Roar!"

The beast glanced at Fang Hao, then turned its gaze to Xiao Ye. The indifference in its eyes faded, leaving behind only warmth and the spirited look of the past.

"You really are Little White!"

Xiao Ye’s body trembled and then burst with excitement, flying toward Little White and bursting into a big laugh, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart.

No matter what happened to Little White, as long as it wasn’t dead, it was enough.

"Whimper!" Little White nuzzled Xiao Ye with its head.