"Awooo..." "Awooo..."
The Silver Moon Wolf Queen opened her jaws to unleash a grief-stricken howl of fury, but Yang Chenglin's attacks drowned out her voice.
The Silver Moon Wolf King's final, sorrowful howl had carried a profound message: he had been telling the pack to flee.
Even then, the Silver Moon Wolf King had known that disaster awaited him that night.
Wolf packs had both the tradition and the resolve for this: when outmatched, they would sever the tail to save the body. For a wolf seeking vengeance, even ten years was not too late.
"Awooo..." "Awooo..." "Awooo..."
The Silver Moon Wolf Pack's mournful cries rose one after another. They grieved the deaths of their king and companions, and feared for their own future.
"Awooo... awooo..."
The Silver Moon Wolf Queen urged the pack to flee, especially the last Ancient King-level Howling Moon Silver Wolf. He was her strongest son. As long as that Ancient King escaped, their Silver Moon Tribe would not be wiped out, and a day would come when they could rise again.
Yet at that moment, she herself could not escape.
Yang Chenglin's Ninth Soul Skill, Divine Descent, had already ended. Though he had weakened, his attacks never stopped. Especially after Chen Hanxin arrived, their attacks only grew sharper and more relentless.
The energy of her Yue Shen's Sacred Radiance had long since run out. Most of her soaring Moon Wings had been broken, and arrow wounds covered her body, exposing bone and streaming blood.
"Fifth Soul Skill-Wind Thorn!"
He kept unleashing his fastest soul skill. The Wind Thorn arrows, in particular, suddenly accelerated midway through their flight. Their light tore through the air as they shot toward the Silver Moon Wolf Queen, carrying powerful fluctuations of soul power.
Empowered by rending intent, the arrows gleamed