The vicious wolves had surrounded them for ages but still could not climb the giant rock. Cunning by nature, they actually came up with a plan: several wolves approached the rock, and several more immediately climbed onto their backs, piling themselves up against it like a human pyramid in an attempt to reach the top.
The little girl noticed first and hurriedly tugged at Hu Xiaotian's robe. Hu Xiaotian raised the Water-and-Fire Staff and smashed it down hard on the topmost wolf. The staff fell, blood sprayed, and the gray wolf, dazed by the blow, slid off its companions' backs. No sooner had he beaten one back than another recklessly climbed up.
Hu Xiaotian dared not relax for a moment. He swung the Water-and-Fire Staff in a furious barrage, keeping the vicious wolves from reaching the top of the rock by piling onto one another.
The little girl came over too, raised the Black Box, aimed at the wolves below, and fired a volley. The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles certainly lived up to their reputation. Seven or eight wolves were struck at once and collapsed with agonized howls, bringing their stacked formation crashing down. Wolves were cruel by nature: seeing their companions on the verge of death, they showed no sympathy whatsoever, but rushed forward to fight over their flesh. Blood and meat flew amid the howling, creating a sickening spectacle.
The little girl covered her mouth and nose, turned her face aside, and vomited.
Though Hu Xiaotian also felt somewhat nauseated, he still dared not let down his guard. He held the Water-and-Fire Staff ready, afraid that a wolf might seize the opportunity to climb up.
Just then, eagle cries rang out overhead. Dozens of black eagles flew toward them with wings spread and circled above their heads. Hu