Shadow Wolves surged forward like a tide, snapping and biting furiously. A foul-smelling wind, carrying a mist of blood, rushed straight at them.
Chen Jing, Zhuang Tao, and Zhuang Huan stood shoulder to shoulder at the front. Their long blades swept through the air in an impenetrable wall, the edges colliding with the Shadow Wolves' bones with dull, cracking thuds. Every strike brought a spray of blood.
The hunters behind them were also giving it everything they had, gripping hunting spears and cleavers as they fought desperately to hold the line. But most of them were ordinary First Blood Martial Artists. How could they withstand the ferocious assault of Shadow Wolves tamed by the Beast God Sect?
Before long, screams rang out one after another. Several hunters had their arms and shoulders torn open by the Shadow Wolves' claws, the wounds deep enough to expose bone. Blood gushed out, quickly soaking through their clothes.
The thick stench of blood spread through the camp. Far from making the Shadow Wolves retreat, it only drove them wilder, each wave of attacks more ferocious than the last.
A young hunter lost his footing, and a Shadow Wolf seized the chance to knock him to the ground. It was about to tear out his throat when Zhuang Huan hurriedly turned and struck, barely saving his life. But the hunter's leg had already been chewed to a bloody mess, leaving him completely unable to fight.
Chen Jing sliced through the belly of the Shadow Wolf in front of him, then quickly swept his gaze around during the follow-through.
By now, more and more hunters had been wounded and brought down. Gaps had appeared in their defensive formation. If this dragged on, it wouldn't be long before the pack of mad-dog-like Shadow Wolves wore them all