Fierce Battle
The blade of the halberd did not aim at the wolf-headed monsters or their chariot, but rather at the ancient and vicissitudinous wolf-shaped shadow in the void.
Rip.
This halberd strike into the void, however, seemed to stir up a giant frying pan, causing the entire expanse of void to begin churning violently, while the thick mist all around surged in a chaotic and disorderly manner like boiling water.
The wolf-shaped shadow raised its head and roared angrily, and a massive, crushing pressure descended like an avalanche. Under this pressure, the wolf-cavalry battle formation acted as though the deity it worshipped had been desecrated, and charged at Lu Xiaotian with an even more frenzied state, momentarily condensing shadows of spears and clubs into mountains that completely sealed off the space surrounding Lu Xiaotian.
"Pressure?" A faint, elusive smile hung at the corners of Lu Xiaotian's mouth. He possessed Dragon Might himself, though he had not yet released it. By now Lu Xiaotian had already concluded that this wolf-shaped shadow was definitely some kind of latent means of a Demon Race powerhouse, but the original body of that Demon Race powerhouse had already fallen back then, and even if it had been sustained in some form, it was merely lingering on its last breath. The wolf-shaped shadow before his eyes did not possess much of that Demon Race powerhouse's might.
Without even requiring Lu Xiaotian to use any methods to counter it, that overwhelming, crushing might was autonomously neutralized by the dragon race aura within Lu Xiaotian's body.
Whoosh— This halberd, which seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth apart, slashed across the upper airspace of the wolf-cavalry battle formation, cleaving the wolf-shaped shadow away from the wolf-cavalry battle formation.
The very instant the wolf-shaped shadow detached, a flash