"Roar!!!"
A long, deep wolf howl suddenly burst from the depths of the night.
The black Winter Wolf, its mane rippling, lightly touched down on its slender limbs beneath the moonlight. The fierce Gale wrapped around it was like countless sharp blades, whipping up waves of shredded flesh and bloody rain among the crowd.
The Shahua Mermen were relatively fortunate. The fine scales covering their bodies barely provided them with a reasonably tough layer of defense. But the Tide Retreat Gang thugs, who had yet to even obtain a Profession Level, could not withstand it for even a second.
Often, they did not even have time to react. They would hear a wolf howl pass by their ears, then a savage, twisted black shadow would flash through their vision. Their previously whole and healthy bodies would be torn full of holes by the Gale, and they would faint from the agony amid their screams.
The scenery on both sides rushed backward, yet their intensely focused attention made the targets in their vision seem to enter a kind of slow motion. Every minute movement of the opponent could be captured with perfect clarity and sharpness.
Xia Nan's target was naturally the Murloc Priest holding the horn.
In a team battle, dealing with the core Spellcaster of the opposing side first had long since become the consensus of nearly every adventurer in this world.
He had not acted earlier because he had hidden his strength and observed in secret. He had merely been wary of Geli, the "Rotten Vulture," who guarded the Murloc Priest like a guard. He feared that a rash attack would trap him into being forced to fight two enemies alone.
Now, Agu, the Gnome Wanderer of the Iron Rock Shield Squad, had sacrificed his own life to lure