This body was simply far too weak. If his cultivation were still intact, these starving wolves would have taken no more than a breath to deal with.
But now, even if he gave it everything he had, he would still have to rely on luck.
"Die."
Ye Lin slashed down, killing the starving wolf charging at him. Watching the wolves pouncing at him from all around, a dense killing intent flashed through his eyes.
Then Ye Lin raised his blade and brought it down, slaughtering without pause. By now, Ye Lin had long since killed until his eyes were bloodshot, his vision filled with nothing but starving wolves.
At the same time, the wounds on his body steadily multiplied. His clothes had originally been impervious to water and fire, but ever since coming here, all he had left was ordinary clothing—clothes that would tear apart with the slightest tug.
A full five minutes later, Ye Lin knelt on one knee, gasping as he watched the five remaining starving wolves before him. The ground around him was carpeted with wolf corpses, blood flowing into a river.
The five starving wolves kept snarling at Ye Lin, yet not one dared take another step forward. Blood, meanwhile, continued to stream from Ye Lin's body.
If this had been ancient times, with such a record, he would have ranked at least as a great general.
"Come... come on."
Ye Lin spoke weakly. Every ounce of strength had already been squeezed from his body, and his eyelids trembled uncontrollably. The moment he closed his eyes, the challenge would fail—and he would die as well.
At the thought of dying here in such a pathetic way, Ye Lin's willpower forced itself upright once more. He had imagined many ways he might die, but never one as