Compared with the scattered, fleeing immortal army, that elite force of wolf riders pursued them relentlessly. At their head were three enormous werewolves, each a hundred zhang tall. They swung their twin hammers again and again, crushing any immortals who had yet to escape into bloody pulp.
The three hundred-zhang-tall werewolves charged forward at full speed, paying no heed to anything else. The other immortals who slipped through the gaps between them were naturally slaughtered by the wolf riders following behind.
Even now, the wolf clan had sent out only a little over six hundred riders, yet they had routed an immortal army several times their number. Judging by the casualties alone, the disparity was even greater.
The newly arrived elite wolf riders charged straight for the densest concentrations of the immortal army. The fewer than two hundred wolf riders who had survived earlier became their auxiliaries, targeting scattered and vulnerable groups.
Screams rang out across the entire void, while vast clouds of bloody mist spread into the distance through the dense white fog.
Lu Yiming, Wang Yijun, and the others watched the apocalyptic scene behind them, their faces still pale with fear. They had been relatively lucky during their escape; the wolf riders' main force had not targeted them. Even so, no one looked well. The fog churned in the distance, and violent tremors continued to rise and fall.
Though they had temporarily left the wolf riders behind, the danger was far from over. No one knew whether the wolf riders would pursue them, or whether they might be caught up in the battle between the Profound Immortals.
"Brother Dongfang, what should we do now?" Lu Yiming asked, still shaken. So many immortals and True Immortals had died this time. During their flight, Peng Yu and He Yuntao had