Xiang Yihang weighed things over in his heart. Judging from the situation, Lu Xiaotian could probably hold out for quite some time. It was truly hard to say who would last until the end. And if this dragged on, excessive depletion of their magic power would benefit neither side.
But Xiang Yihang was absolutely unwilling to submit just like that. Gritting his teeth, he intended to keep wearing Lu Xiaotian down.
"Awooo!" A deeper, more resonant wolf howl rang out. A row of enormous black wolf claws came slamming through the air, while the oily green eyes of Demon Wolves glimmered everywhere around them.
That row of enormous wolf claws struck toward Xiang Yihang. His expression tightened as the Yin-Yang Dragon-Scale Mirror interwove and transformed into two flood dragons that attacked from the left and right, colliding with the wolf claws.
In terms of momentum, they were slightly inferior to the wolf claws. The frightening part about the Demon Wolves was that one could not discern their true nature. It was impossible to tell which attack was the main one.
Against those Demon Wolves whose actual battle prowess was lower than their own, the group could still hold out while forming a circular defensive formation. But the Demon Wolf leader that had suddenly appeared before them had already reached the near-peak of an Eleventh-Tier demon beast.
Even in a one-on-one fight, Xiang Yihang might not have been its match, let alone now, when his cultivation was still a level weaker.
Several of the enormous black wolf claws were shattered by the surging flood dragons. One tangible claw, however, struck out from both sides, knocking away the black and white flood dragons formed from the Dragon-Scale Swords before reaching straight for Xiang Yihang's throat.
Xiang Yihang's expression darkened. No matter how