Demon Wolf Corpses

On the grassland, nine small packs of Gale Demon Wolves were fleeing for their lives.

Just then, the ground began to tremble faintly. The hundred-odd bluish-black wolves scattered across the grassland instinctively converged in one direction, forming a rough semblance of a formation.

A rumbling thunder drew closer from afar, bearing down on the Gale Demon Wolves.

"Awooo-!" ×13

Thirteen Gale Demon Wolves with hundred-year cultivation threw back their heads and howled in unison, rousing the ferocity of the others whose cultivation was below a hundred years.

The Gale Demon Wolves bared their fangs and arched their backs, ready to fight to the death. But while the thundering rumble was still over a hundred meters away, a buzzing like the beating of bees' wings suddenly rang out.

The next second, the Gale Demon Wolves, each beginning to gather a cyan wind blade in its mouth, narrowed their pupils sharply. Without waiting to fire back, they kicked off the ground and scrambled to dodge.

Yet apart from the thirteen leader-class wolves with hundred-year cultivation, nearly half of the hundred-odd remaining Gale Demon Wolves were pinned where they stood by arrows hurtling through the air.

Piercing howls of pain rose and fell, scaring the Gale Demon Wolves that had dodged out of their wits. They had already been driven onto this grassland by powerful humans, and now they had been struck by this rain of arrows. Bestial instinct overwhelmed their intelligence, and the Gale Demon Wolves fled once again, whether their cultivation was above or below a hundred years.

This time, however, they did not maintain the faint coordination they had shown before. Instead, they ran blindly in every direction.

Seeing this, Ku Fan, clad in thin, bright silver armor, raised his right fist high and swung it down hard. Four squads