Wolf Riders Suddenly Appeared
At this point, casualties among both the Chihu Tribe and the immortal army led by the Qin Household were steadily mounting. Overall, the Chihu Tribe held the upper hand thanks to its home-ground advantage, but it was still too soon to say they could completely defeat the tens of thousands of immortal soldiers led by the Qin Household.
Relying on the protection of their formation, the immortal army led by Qin Runan fought as they retreated. After a fierce battle, they had lost more than a thousand men, while the Chihu Tribe had suffered several hundred casualties. The stench of blood filled the void. The two armies collided at high speed like enormous beasts.
Lu Xiaotian watched the battlefield with cold eyes. His divine sense touched the silver-gray token Ying Langtian had given him. To his surprise, the aura within it was not unfamiliar to him; in fact, it even felt somewhat familiar. This sense of familiarity came not merely from his frequent dealings with the wolf riders. It was a recognition that seemed to reach down to the very roots of his being, as if he, too, could embrace the aura of the Howling Moon Wolf Tribe.
Within the token, a small silver-gray wolf faintly appeared, lifting its head to howl at the moon. Even in that simple pose, it radiated pride and aloofness. The moment Lu Xiaotian's divine sense entered, the little wolf sensed something amiss. It bared its teeth and glanced back, revealing sharp fangs. Yet suspicion flickered in its eyes, as if it were puzzled by some trace of the aura on Lu Xiaotian.
Following the method Ying Langtian had given him to refine the token, Lu Xiaotian guided his divine sense toward the silver-gray wolf.
The little wolf's eyes instantly turned