For that very reason, equipped with the Twin Dragon Rapid-Fire Cannons that He Caitou had tuned to be incredibly easy to use, Chen Ping fired almost the instant he raised his hands.
In just two or three seconds, all eighteen soul-guided high-explosive shells in the two hand cannons had been fired.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom-"
A string of explosions churned across the ridge along with the dust they kicked up. Without exception, these shells exploded in front of the encircling Soul Beasts rather than actually landing among their ranks.
There were far too many of these Soul Beasts, at least a hundred. If he truly enraged them, Chen Ping would have a headache as big as they came.
But so far, Chen Ping's attempt to scare these Soul Beasts away seemed to have had very little effect.
At the center of the ridge, along the path they had taken, and on either side of the ridge, three enormous wolves, probably nearly four meters long, cleared the dust raised by the explosions with exceptionally light leaps.
Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. This time, he finally got a clear look at what had been chasing relentlessly on their heels.
This kind of Soul Beast should be called a Golden Wolf, or a Metal Wolf. It was another type of metal-attribute Soul Beast.
Although they were not as powerful as the four types of metal Soul Beasts-lions, tigers, leopards, and bears-they made up for it with greater speed and by moving in packs.
Judging by their body lengths, the three Golden Wolves before him probably all had cultivation exceeding ten thousand years and were decidedly difficult to provoke. With another hundred or so Golden Wolves ranging from ten-year to hundred-year and thousand-year levels, they were troublesome to the extreme.
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