Ang looked at the centaurs trapped by the pack of wind wolves, his heart filled with regret.
He had originally planned to make contact with them, but now the wind wolves had them tightly trapped in the canyon, making any direct communication impossible.
As for taking on the wind wolf pack alone? That was even more out of the question.
If his army were here, he would still be confident in facing the wind wolves head-on. But alone, a direct clash was hardly wise.
After thinking for a moment, Ang quietly withdrew from the woods, took out the Magic Broom, and lightly jumped onto it. Under the cover of night, he carefully rose into the air.
He deliberately avoided the wind wolves' line of sight and slowly flew along the outer perimeter of the canyon until he reached the area above where the centaurs were hiding.
The top of the canyon was thick with trees, and the dense branches and leaves provided natural cover. Neither the wind wolves nor the centaurs noticed his arrival.
Hovering above the canyon, Ang carefully studied the terrain.
The towering cliffs on both sides of the canyon were steep and perilous. A forced assault from here was nearly impossible. The wind wolf pack had clearly scouted the surrounding area, discovered that it was difficult to attack from above, and decided to block the Canyon Mouth to trap the centaurs inside.
Ang swept his gaze over the deep wolf claw marks on the canyon walls and could not help admiring the Wind Wolf King's tactical sense—these magical beasts were far more intelligent than ordinary predators.
He slowly descended along a safe route through the ancient trees, gradually drawing closer to the bottom of the canyon.
As he approached, the centaurs' dwelling came into view—a row of