A Brutal Rout
With the true immortal wolf-riders among the Evil Wolf Cavalry suffering heavy casualties, the force of their subsequent attacks had weakened considerably. But their leader, a true immortal wolf-rider, was extremely powerful. Ordinary fifth- and sixth-stage true immortals were no match for him—not even Xiao Dingming or Xiao Yu could compare. No one could withstand his ferocity. Casualties continued to mount, though the Evil Wolf Cavalry was now falling at a noticeably faster rate. If nothing unexpected happened, few of the more than two hundred riders would survive.
Yet beyond them, after the wolf-howl arrows and those silent arrows, another three hundred wolf-riders came racing in on chariots.
At the front of the formation were three enormous werewolves, each hundreds of zhang tall. Gray fur bristled across their bodies like thick iron needles. Each had three eyes, all of them shining with an uncontrollable madness. Heavy chains wrapped around their bare upper bodies, and each gripped a spiked war hammer in one hand.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped from the three giants' mouths as they charged. Behind them, the formation of more than three hundred wolf-riders was imposing. Fifteen true immortal wolf-riders stood in a line. Compared with the Evil Wolf Cavalry, they were less sinister, but their killing intent and bloodlust were far more pure.
From afar, Lu Xiaotian saw what seemed to be a gigantic wolf-shaped shadow enveloping the several hundred wolf-riders. Though there were more than three hundred of them, they looked like one indivisible whole. These wolf-riders put pressure on Lu Xiaotian that was no less than that of a profound immortal.
The Three-Horned Thunder Monster had formidable defenses, but its offensive strength ranked near the bottom among profound immortals. Yet when it had pursued Lu Xiaotian to the Phantom Mist Marsh, it had encountered