At that moment, the Dragon Wolf Clan had a great many members at lower cultivation levels; they simply had yet to rise much in strength.
In this respect, they were much like the three human Immortal Palaces and the Buddhist forces within.
Aside from a few exceptionally gifted youngsters, most could not make great strides in a short time. Those among them who stood at the pinnacle of combat strength could not afford to slack off in the slightest.
Only by daring to face hardship head-on could they spur more of their people to rise and catch up. They had to ensure that what happened when Ying Tian Wolf Venerable abandoned them would never happen again.
The Dragon Wolf Clan usually held its own when sparring with experts from other races, but Hai Linglong and the others still lacked enough impressive feats to show for themselves.
Many powerful dragons, as well as beings like Nine-Ren Mountain and the Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon, had astonishing records of joining forces to kill experts at the Primordial Spirit stage.
The Dragon Wolf Clan also had Daluo Golden Immortals, but whether it was the Great Elder Xuan Jing or powerful figures like Du Shan and Hai Linglong, they had all reached that level relatively late.
They still lacked the accumulated experience of those who had spent longer at this level, and they had missed out on the battles that came before. Now that they had finally encountered a battle of this scale, how could Hai Linglong and the others pass up such an opportunity?
"Moonlit Wolf Fang!" Hai Linglong swept out her hand. The flying sword in her grasp traced a graceful arc and rose above her head, where it hung like a lovely crescent moon, shaped like a wolf's fang.
A vast expanse