"Kill him and avenge our leader!"
"How dare a puny human kill the leader of our Gray Wolf Clan? Pay with your life!"
"..."
Thousands of gray wolves abandoned their other prey and charged toward Lin Bai. When the surrounding martial artists saw that the gray wolves' attention had been drawn to Lin Bai, they were immediately overjoyed. Not only did they have no intention of helping, but they also took the opportunity to flee for their lives.
In the blink of an eye, within a radius of ten thousand miles, only Lin Bai's two flying swords and thousands of gray wolves remained.
"Are you all here to die?"
A mocking smile appeared on Lin Bai's face. This branch of the Gray Wolf Clan was not particularly powerful among the Demon Race in Mountain Province. The entire clan numbered only a few thousand wolves. This time, they had left the mountains en masse, planning to steal some treasures and strengthen their clan while the Three Great Demon Clans held sway.
"Sir..." Liu Jiangxue tightly embraced Liu An'an, staring fearfully at the wolf pack pouncing in from all sides. Liu An'an, held in her arms, had already been frightened out of her wits by the surrounding howls and burst into loud sobs.
Although Liu Jiangxue's expression was grave, she noticed that Lin Bai was standing atop the flying sword with no intention of fleeing. Instead, a playful smile curled his lips as he looked mockingly at the charging wolf pack.
"Die!" A Quasi-Dao Realm gray wolf reached Lin Bai first. It leaped into the air, its savage, razor-sharp claws tearing toward the top of Lin Bai's head. But at that very moment, a dazzling sword ray flashed past, and the gray wolf's enormous head was cleanly severed.
"Netherworld Flying Sword! Kill!"