"Boom!!"
A beam of white light fell like a meteor, crashing into the wolf pack. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the wolves were thrown into disarray. The powerful shockwave swept across the battlefield in an instant, and several Black Wolves struck head-on by the white light were blasted into the air, howling as they crashed heavily into the pack. Bodies that had emerged unscathed from arrows and spears now seemed as fragile as brown paper. Before they even hit the ground, the scattered sword aura tore the Black Wolves to pieces, leaving behind only a bloody storm.
This sudden scene stunned both the wolf pack and the soldiers atop the wall. Both sides turned toward where the beam had landed, then widened their eyes in shock as they watched a young man in black slowly rise from within it. In his right hand, he gripped a longsword gleaming with pure radiance, pointing it at the wolves before him. His entire presence was as unstoppable as a sharpened blade.
For a second, the wolf pack actually halted before the young man. Then the Black Wolves roared, turned, and pounced on the uninvited guest. Blood had stirred their primal savagery, and this human who had attacked them had become a target the pack had to eliminate.
That was all?
Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the wolves before him. To ordinary people, the sight of more than a hundred Black Wolves rushing at them would have been terrifying enough to make them wet themselves. But Fang Zheng had commanded armies of Zerg. A mere hundred or so Black Wolves did not even register in his eyes.
Thus, facing the Black Wolves charging toward him, Fang Zheng merely tightened his grip on the Skycleaver Sword and swung it forward.