Just as Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to fly away, two enormous azure wolves, each over ten feet long, suddenly rose into the air from the pack in the forest below, gentle winds swirling around their bodies.
"Ranked demon beasts!"
Wang Yu started, but reacted immediately. With a flick of his sleeve, two streaks of cold light shot out. In a flash, they pierced straight through the enormous Azure Wolves' skulls.
The two enormous azure wolves let out mournful howls and plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily into the pack below.
The two streaks of cold light circled through the air before shooting back into Wang Yu's sleeve. They were vaguely discernible as two gleaming Willow-Leaf Flying Knives.
Seeing that even the two enormous azure wolves had died miserably at the hands of the enemy above, the pack scattered in fear, no longer lingering below.
Wang Yu had no intention of pursuing them. Instead, he suddenly turned toward a patch of empty air nearby and said coldly:
"Have you watched your fill? Or must I invite you out myself?"
His words met only silence. Nothing unusual appeared in that patch of empty air.
Wang Yu chuckled coldly and flicked his sleeve again. With two whooshes, another pair of cold streaks shot out, hurtling toward that patch of empty air at astonishing speed.
Clang! Clang!
The air rippled, and a tall youth wearing green half-body armor appeared, holding a Black Greatsword. With barely a movement of his sword, he shattered both streaks of cold light with lightning speed, scattering countless glimmering fragments.
Wang Yu swept his divine sense over him, and his expression shifted slightly.
He could not discern the other man's aura. It seemed he was at least at qi refining perfection.
"A disciple of the