"That's not how you use Wind Flocculent Afterimage!"
Just as the Magic Wolves' ferocious assault left Nalan Yanran unable to dodge, several coldly gleaming claws slashing toward her once again, Xiao Qian glided behind her as though he were stepping on currents of air.
He moved so quickly that all anyone could see was an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he was right beside Nalan Yanran.
Nalan Yanran suddenly felt a gentle force at her waist. With a light push, her Wind Flocculent Afterimage, which panic and exhaustion had driven beyond its limits, seemed to gain fresh life, activating again before she could help herself.
Whoosh!
Riding the force of that push, she narrowly slipped past the claws that had almost struck her.
The close call sent her heart leaping into her throat, and beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead from tension and lingering fear.
"Hah, hah."
She panted rapidly, her chest heaving and sweat beading on her forehead, looking thoroughly disheveled.
Strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks. Her face was slightly pale with tension, yet a trace of tenacity shone through.
"I'll teach you. Don't resist."
Xiao Qian stopped right after she did, his gaze fixed on her as he spoke with a serious expression.
The seven Magic Wolves, however, did not stop attacking during their brief pause. Instead, their assault grew even fiercer.
Standing at the rear, the Wolf King roared again and again.
Those roars seemed to serve as commands, making the other Magic Wolves' attacks more coordinated.
They constantly shifted their positions and angles of attack, trying to take Xiao Qian and Nalan Yanran down in one stroke.
The Magic Wolves darted through the arena like streaks of black lightning, their savage aura filling the air.
Whoosh!
Before Nalan Yanran