On the battlefield at the far end of the vast Clear Grass Stream, a True King Hurricane Demon Wolf led another Gale Wolf Pack in an assault on Yang Zhiqiang and Ning Ze's defenses.
Several hundred Gale Wolves already lay before them.
Yes, the Gale Wolf Packs were attacking from this direction too. After all, with such an enormous area to defend at Clear Grass Stream, how could a mere squad of ten Soul Masters possibly hold every inch?
The wolves would always find a way around. Only a Soul Master like Yang Zhiqiang, who possessed wide-ranging, long-distance attacks, had any hope of holding them back, fully displaying the splendor the world attributed to their Yang Family: "One man fought across three thousand miles; one arrow once stood against a million troops!"
And Ning Ze ensured that his Soul Power and fighting strength held up.
"Seven treasures turn, revealing glazed tile! Third, attack! Fifth, Soul Power!" Ning Ze chanted, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand bursting with dazzling light.
Yang Zhiqiang gripped the Seven Extremes Bow tightly, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. He aimed at the Hurricane Demon Wolf at the very front, then abruptly drew his bow and fired!
"Fourth Soul Skill-Flowing Gold!" Yang Zhiqiang shouted.
The arrow tore through the air, instantly becoming a streak of golden light. Like a golden meteor cleaving the heavens, it crossed several hundred meters at astonishing speed, heading straight for the spot between the Hurricane Demon Wolf's brows.
Unwilling to be outdone, the Hurricane Demon Wolf unleashed its innate Soul Skill-"Wind Shield."
A shield of swirling wind instantly formed before it, blocking Yang Zhiqiang's attack like an invisible wall.
The wind shield shimmered with a faint azure glow. It seemed to consist of countless wind elements and