Huo Yuhao quickly probed the surrounding situation while planning his next steps in his mind.
The number of golden wolves surrounding this small hill reached a full hundred, with cultivation levels ranging from a hundred to a thousand years. The single-unit strength of these cannon-fodder golden wolves was mediocre, far inferior to the golden tigers and golden lions, but their advantage lay in their massive numbers.
A large number of golden wolves were slowly climbing toward the hilltop where Huo Yuhao and the two girls were, while in the middle and rear of the wolf pack, three golden wolf kings with over ten thousand years of cultivation sat in command.
The golden wolf kings were massive in size, and their sturdy bodies were not inferior to a ten-thousand-year-old golden tiger at all.
Instead of rushing to attack, they dispersed into three directions, surrounding two much smaller wolves in a pin-like formation.
One silver wolf was slender and smaller than the golden wolf king, yet still three meters long, its long waist covered in sleek fur that made it look handsome and ethereal.
Meanwhile, the other black wolf was quite emaciated, less than two meters in body length, and its rough-textured fur was extremely messy, presenting an overall lean and sickly appearance. In this black wolf's eyes, however, a heavily anthropomorphic malice and cunning radiated outward.
That spiritual power fluctuation, which far surpassed the other golden wolves, emanated from these two silver and black wolves.
This wolf pack composed of a hundred golden wolves was already an extremely powerful soul beast ethnic group in the main range of the Jingyang Mountain Range, but Huo Yuhao did not take them seriously at all.
The task to execute now was to resolve those two mental-attribute wolf-type soul beasts and bring them back while