Cheng Santong's intention was to gather everyone and discuss their options. A few of his other close friends were elsewhere, recruiting capable men. They were preparing to join Lu Xiaotian in plotting a breakout. The Howling Moon Wolf Cavalry was so formidable that plenty of people shared Cheng Santong's thinking.
But plans never kept pace with change. Though they had braced themselves for the dire situation, when the moment arrived, they still underestimated the wolf cavalry's strength. Who could have guessed that the Howling Moon Wolf Cavalry would breach the camp even faster than they had expected?
A tremendous boom rang out. The wooden palisade of the Mu Kun Immortal Realm's army camp was rocked by an explosion. They were some distance away, but the wolf cavalry's frenzied howls that followed said everything: the camp had fallen!
A name cast a shadow. After suffering one defeat after another, the morale of the armies from the various immortal realms had been utterly crushed. The Howling Moon Wolf Cavalry was an elite force that had never feared facing the armies of any race on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield. But the last time that battlefield had been active had been at least a hundred thousand years ago. As time passed, stories of events left in the distant past naturally faded from people's minds.
Now the wolf cavalry's performance seemed to carve a deep gash into the minds of the various armies, leaving them with a powerful impression so painful and profound it would be impossible to erase.
The higher-ups of the various armies had finally awakened to the truth: even with the Seven-Leaf Greedy Flower Gu, they still could not withstand the wolf cavalry's valor in battle. The wolf cavalry had indeed been concerned about the strange phenomenon, but they had also deliberately fostered