Dusk had fallen, and a cool wind began to wander through the rocks of the wasteland.
Jiang Feng hid behind a massive boulder, witnessing this slaughter with his own eyes!
This tribe was no match for the Bloodthirsty Horned Wolf at all!
Though their leader possessed cultivation at the third level of the Divine Power Realm, his use of divine power was truly mediocre, only at the peak of the beginner level.
Moreover, in such a fierce battle, the leader had clearly lost his head. He paid no heed whatsoever to the consumption of his own divine power. Not only was he wasting it so extravagantly, every move he made was laid bare, divine power fluctuations rippling without cease. There was no way for him to launch a surprise attack!
Their defeat was already inevitable.
Although Jiang Feng did not understand why this tribe was determined to fight this Bloodthirsty Horned Wolf to the death, he still could not bear to watch so many lives be slaughtered.
Lukate thrust his spear into the Bloodthirsty Horned Wolf's left forepaw. The wolf let out a howl, staggered, and nearly fell.
After steadying itself, the Bloodthirsty Horned Wolf opened its gaping maw and bit straight at Lukate.
Divine power swirled around its foot-long fangs. If that bite landed, Lukate would have no chance of survival.
Lukate had no time to pull back his stone spear. He hit the ground and rolled, snatching up his stone hammer in the process. As he rose, the wolf's jaws were already snapping after him.
Without a moment's thought, Lukate raised the stone hammer in his hand. Wrapped in divine power, it smashed straight ahead.
The stone hammer collided with the wolf's fangs. Divine power clashed, and ripples spread outward.
The rebounding force knocked Lukate down again, sending