A Desperate Strike
"Outsiders! Anyone who trespasses into the forbidden grounds dies!" The wolf riders leveled their long spears and spiked clubs once more, then charged at the shaken immortals with overwhelming force.
Lu Xiaotian and Fairy Yunxia fought side by side, covering each other. As the cries of three or four immortals rang out in succession, the two of them also killed or wounded three wolf-headed fiends.
The many casualties had filled the area with a thick stench of blood. Even as he fought, Lu Xiaotian never lost sight of his surroundings. The blood scent spreading through the air seemed to be drawn by some unseen force; it seeped into the dense fog and drifted slowly into the distance. It was heading toward the same place where Lu Xiaotian had earlier seen two clusters of swirling, colorful mist shift away.
Some mysterious thing in this strange place was gathering the blood scent. Now that he had seen it happen again, Lu Xiaotian had formed a fairly clear guess: either some sinister formation was absorbing it, or the mighty Demon Race expert who had fallen here needed it.
Could that fallen Demon Race expert be about to rise again? Lu Xiaotian's heart thudded wildly. The wolf riders charged again, and cries and screams rang out among the immortals. They wanted to join Lu Xiaotian and Fairy Yunxia, the two strongest among them, but the wolf riders blocked their way. The battle never let up for a moment.
"Break!" The gray-robed old man was the first to gain an advantage. Perhaps the wounded True Immortal wolfman facing him was weakening. The old man swept his scarlet brush, and the character for "break," wreathed in red flames and imbued with a True Immortal's intent, became a barrier that pressed down on the