Howling Celestial Hound

Yang Jian was still unaware of the embarrassing defeats Huang Tianhua and Nezha had suffered in succession.

Having received his orders, he had left the camp and traveled far to the rear to escort provisions. He proceeded steadily along the way and had not been at the central command camp. Just as the supply convoy reached the halfway point and was about to return to camp, a grain patrol soldier hurried over with an embarrassed expression to report.

"Reporting to the general! Something strange has happened ahead. A peculiar bandit has appeared, and none of us brothers can do anything about it. We have come to ask for your assistance!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his expression calm. "Why the panic? Speak plainly."

The soldier's face flushed, and he cupped his hands awkwardly. "That bandit is quite strange. We have never seen anything like this before and truly have no way to deal with it. We can only trouble the general to come in person."

"Oh?" Yang Jian was somewhat surprised. "Take me there. Let me see who dares to rob Western Qi's military provisions."

With that, he quickly followed the soldier and reached the scene in an instant.

When he saw the so-called "bandit," even the usually composed Yang Jian wore a rather strange expression.

He finally understood why the soldiers all looked so embarrassed and ashamed to speak of it.

The one blocking the road and robbing their grain was not some fierce bandit, but a jet-black divine hound with a lithe, agile build.

The black hound was standing atop the grain sacks, lowering its head to paw through the provisions with a nimble yet ferocious bearing.

Several soldiers lay wounded on the ground nearby. Their flesh had split open at their wounds, but none of the injuries were