Two blade flashes, sharp as bolts of silk, came one after another. They were not as dazzling as in ordinary one-on-one fights or duels between several cultivators. In this chaotic melee, everything was more direct and swift, without the slightest flourish.
With Xiao Yu, Xiao Dingming, and the others' strength as True Immortals, they were simply no match for five True Immortal-level werewolves at once. To say nothing of the hundreds of Direwolf Riders charging over from behind in formation.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Hundreds of short spears shot forth from the Direwolf Riders, stabbing through the air with killing power far greater than that of arrows.
Dozens of attacks like these would normally be beneath the notice of ordinary True Immortals. But with Xiao Dingming, Xiao Yu, and the others held at bay by the True Immortal-level werewolves, they were enough to prove fatal. Aside from the True Immortals, the immortals who hurriedly organized a defense behind them fell in droves.
Screams rose and fell in the distance. By now, most of the Immortal Army had fallen into chaos. At this moment, the only forces slaughtering their way through the Immortal Army were the remaining two hundred or so Direwolf Riders, the Wolf Howl Arrows, and that silent rain of arrows.
Lu Xiaotian's figure flickered several times through the void. The Formless Profound Flame surged toward them, and in the blink of an eye condensed into a three-headed, six-armed flaming giant. Two of its palms clapped together, trapping one of the blade flashes between them. Another palm held level, flames roiling within it. The blade flash landed in its palm, yet never managed to descend any farther.
The expressions of the leading True Immortal-level werewolves shifted slightly. This Mu Kun, an unknown figure from the Guling Immortal Domain, had never