The Land of Iron...
This country was wrapped in snow all year round.
On the snowy plains, a team of four hunters stood back to back in defense.
Around them was a pack of dozens of Winter Wolves.
The bitter wind howled, and the vegetation withered.
Unlike the wolves in other countries, the wolves here struggled to find enough food to fill their bellies due to the harsh environment, so they often gathered together in even larger packs.
At this moment.
The pack had already surrounded the four of them.
They were about to be killed.
Despair immediately appeared in the four hunters' eyes.
"There are too many wild wolves... We can only wait for the warriors of the Land of Iron to come over in a patrol formation before we can drive them off..."
"But do we have the luck to hold out until then?"
"I'm afraid... we don't..."
Just as the four of them were thinking this.
A black shadow flashed through the air.
The black shadow was silent, like a ghost.
The next moment...
The sound of thunder and crushed flesh rang out.
The black blur had already made a sound...
That was the noise it made after crashing into the wolf pack.
In the blink of an eye.
The earth split apart.
A ravine suddenly appeared, sending up a thousand heaps of snow.
From the side... it looked as though a black shadow blade had descended from the sky and forcibly cleaved the ground apart.
Flying into the sky along with the snow were...
The bodies of at least a dozen wild wolves.
They looked like a pile of ridiculous toys, spinning in midair with their heads and tails turned upside down.
Some of them even exploded outright, scattering bloody entrails and mangled limbs.
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