Yang Guyun rushed out like black lightning, and Returnless Spear turned into a straight black line, matching the three Soul Skill. Wherever the tip of the gun passed, wolf corpses flew and blood splashed everywhere. The scene was extremely shocking.
Zhou Qiubai followed closely, and White Clothes Sword drew a bright light curtain beside him, blocking all the wolves coming from both sides.
The three of them went straight into the center of the wolf pack.
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...
The cave on the mountainside is getting closer and closer.
However, the roar of the Wolf King was getting closer and closer.
The giant wolf finally noticed their intention, stamped its paws on the ground, and rushed toward them like a silver lightning bolt. Wherever it passed, the wolves moved out of the way to make way for it.
"It's too late!" Shui Bing'er exclaimed.
Zhou Qiubai looked hard and said without hesitation, "Gu Yun, keep charging, Bing'er, Ice Seal Wolf King!"
Shui Bing'er gritted her teeth, the shadow of Ice Phoenix slowly emerged behind her, and First Soul Ring emitted a dazzling light. "Ice Seal!"
The extremely cold air instantly locked onto the Wolf King, and the giant wolf's forward momentum suddenly slowed down, and a thin layer of ice crystals condensed on the surface.
However, the Wolf King is Spirit Beast after all. The powerful Soul Power exploded and the ice crystals instantly shattered.
This obstacle only gained them two breaths.
But these two breaths are enough.
Zhou Qiubai turned around and faced the charging wolf king, White Clothes Sword pointed diagonally at the ground.
"Young Master Zhou!" Shui Bing'er cried out.
The Wolf King is already approaching, his claws tear the air, and his fangs are as sharp as knives.
Zhou Qiubai opened his eyes, there was no fear in them, only calmness like an autumn lake, and then he moved forward a little.
There is no sword energy, not even the fluctuation of Soul Power.
However, the Wolf King's movements suddenly froze.
A picture instantly appeared in its red eyes.
Not the boy in front of me, not the Ice Peak snowfield, but a maple forest in autumn.
The maple leaves are like fire, falling with the wind, and the trajectory of each falling leaf is like a sword light.
It's poignant and lonely, but it also contains the determination to cut everything off.
One Sword From the West.
Although Zhou Qiubai cannot perform this move yet, the move is ready.
At this moment, using blood as a guide and heart as a sword, he quietly penetrated this ray of Sword Intent into the depths of the Wolf King's consciousness.
The madness in the Wolf King's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a look of confusion.
It lowered its body, bared its teeth and growled.
"Now, enter the cave!" Zhou Qiubai shouted, with unconcealable exhaustion in his voice.
That finger just now consumed not Soul Power, but the mind.
If his mental strength hadn't been much higher than the same level, he would have fainted by now.
The three of them quickly rushed into the cave.
The ground was covered with thick hay, and there were seven or eight wolf cubs huddled in the haystack, with two adult Ice Howl Wolf guarding them.
"Ouch!"
When the guardian wolf saw the intruder, he immediately pounced on him.
Yang Guyun's Returnless Spear pierced the throat of the left wolf.
Zhou Qiubai gathered his energy, White Clothes Sword drew an arc, and accurately cut off the right wolf's front paw at the root.
The battle ended quickly within ten breaths.
Shui Bing'er quickly checked the wolf cubs and selected one.
Zhou Qiubai nodded and looked into the depths of the cave.
There lay a Ice Howl Wolf, slightly smaller than the one outside, with about two thousand years of cultivation. There was a deep bone-visible wound on its abdomen, and blood was flowing out.
"This one is almost dead." He walked over and inspected it carefully. "The abdomen was injured by a sharp weapon and the internal organs were damaged. It can't survive for half an hour."
Shui Bing'er's eyes lit up. "Just right, let's take it away together."
"Take it away." Zhou Qiubai ordered decisively.
He tied up the seriously injured Ice Howl Wolf with a rope, and Yang Guyun carried him on his shoulders.
Shui Bing'er hugged the wolf cub, and the three of them quickly exited the cave.
Outside the cave, the wolf king saw the cub in Shui Bing'er's arms, with a fierce look in his eyes, but he did not dare to step forward.
Your baby is in the opponent's hand and cannot be moved.
Spirit Beast is just like people, the stronger it is, the harder it is to give birth. Not every Spirit Beast is called Soft Bone Rabbit.
He only had a few children in total, one was already dead, but he couldn't afford to have another one die.
Zhou Qiubai stopped ten steps in front of the Wolf King.
"Can you understand human language?" he asked.
The Wolf King growled in response.
It recognized this human being. Just now, he used a sword to pierce the Soul Saint who controlled its child. At this moment, he was holding its last child.
Zhou Qiubai took a deep breath, gently held the wolf cub on his left arm, and pressed his right hand on the handle of White Clothes Sword. The sword was not unsheathed, but Sword Intent spread like frost, and he took a step forward.
The wolves all took a step back.
"We don't want to kill your child." Zhou Qiubai's voice was calm, "We want to take it away, and we also want to take away the injured one."
The wolf king's eyes moved back and forth between the dying male wolf and the wolf cub, and the growl in his throat gradually turned into a painful whimper.
The wolves behind it also became restless. Several Ice Howl Wolfs that were over a thousand years old were pawing anxiously on the snow, but they also did not dare to move rashly.
Shui Bing'er walked to Zhou Qiubai's side. Ice Phoenix's Martial Soul had not yet been withdrawn, and the cold air was lingering around her. She and Zhou Qiubai were holding up the wolf cub.
The Wolf King stared at her for a long time, until the snowflakes started falling again.
Finally, it slowly lowered its body and let out a long and sad howl.
There was no anger in the howl, only deep exhaustion and helplessness.
The howl spread, and the wolves surrounding the three people began to retreat slowly, giving them a way out of the forest.
Their eyes are complex, with anger and unwillingness, but more of a sadness like resignation.
Yang Guyun put away Returnless Spear, walked to the dying male wolf, and squatted down to check the wound.
The male wolf struggled to bite him, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.
"Still alive, but can't last more than half an hour." Yang Guyun raised his head and looked at Zhou Qiubai, "How can I take him?"
Zhou Qiubai took out a thick piece of animal skin from Storage Ring and spread it on the snow.
The two men carefully lifted the male wolf onto the hide and fixed it with a rope.
This wolf is too big, Storage Ring cannot store live animals, so it can only be dragged around.
"Let's go." Zhou Qiubai hugged the wolf cub and turned around.
The three of them dragged the animal skins and walked out of the encirclement step by step under the silent gaze of the wolves.
After walking a hundred steps, I looked back and saw that the Wolf King was still where he was.
"It will remember us." Shui Bing'er said softly.
"It's good to remember." Zhou Qiubai lowered his head and glanced at the shivering wolf cub in his arms. The little guy was rubbing his wrist with his wet nose. "Sometimes it's harder to pay back what you owe than what you killed."
When we returned to Cold Ice Lake, a faint dawn had just appeared on the horizon, and the air was filled with fresh morning mist.
Shui Yue'er was huddled in a rock crevice, wrapped in a thick cloak, his face turned white from the cold.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps, her heart tightened, and she suddenly poked her head out and saw three familiar figures, tears almost bursting out of her eyes.
"Sister! Brother Zhou! Brother Yang!" She rushed out excitedly and threw herself into Shui Bing'er's arms, "You are finally back! I heard so many wolf howls, it scared me to death!"