Three waves of galloping, arcing arrow rain shattered all of Enzo's earlier efforts. The wolf pack had already charged into the tiny camp.
Enzo rushed forward with a grim face. Having reached the Heaven Rank—and possessing Heaven Rank strength forged through savage slaughter on the battlefield—how could Enzo possibly be merely a hundred times stronger than he had been back then? His sharp magic sword became a bright curtain of light like rippling water in the air, viciously stabbing into the throats of those hungry wolves.
Every strike pierced precisely through a hungry wolf's throat, severing its arteries and crushing its life in an instant.
In the span of a single breath, more than eighty hungry wolves had fallen beneath Enzo's sword. The speed of his thrusts was astonishing, and the angles of his strikes were ruthless yet direct—a swordsmanship made entirely for killing. Coupled with the excellent quality of his magic sword and its terrifying additional magical properties, every blow could effortlessly rip open a hungry wolf's body. That was how he achieved such a shocking result.
Vik and the Blood-Clad Seven Swordsmen coordinated with Enzo, efficiently clearing out the hungry wolves that had charged into the camp. Whenever they killed a wolf, they tossed its corpse out of the camp. The hungry wolves continuously rushing in from outside would then fall into brief disorder within a small area, and their offensive momentum would abruptly stall.
Just as Enzo and the others were hunting down the hungry wolves, a sharp whistle tore through the air. Another wave of arrow rain swept down.
Enzo and the others hurried beneath the great shields, using them for cover. But without their interception, the hungry wolves flowed down from the defensive wall like water. Several dozen hungry wolves abandoned the powerful Enzo and