The Silver Robe Elder of the Thorne Clan roared, shaking the White Tiger Academy with his voice.
Everyone who heard this was utterly shocked, staring blankly at the silver giant wolf above Marshall Morgan's head.
Heavens, is that actually the soul of a Demon King?
Everyone gasped involuntarily.
A Demon King! What kind of existence is that? If it were alive, it could obliterate sects like the Mystic Origin Sword Sect.
Powerful to the extreme, it could sever rivers and split mountains with a wave, capable of earth-shattering destruction.
How did Marshall Morgan obtain the soul of such an existence?
"Marshall Morgan, do you mean to merge with the soul of the Demon King? You've lost it. This is suicidal. How can you merge with the soul of a Demon King?"
The Silver Robe Elder shouted.
"Merge!"
However, Marshall Morgan's gaze was incomparably steadfast as he gently uttered one word.
Howl!
The silver giant wolf let out a long howl and then charged into Marshall Morgan's body.
