At the Wolf King's command, the pack moved.
The Wind Wolves in front began their charge. They did not rush forward in a mob, but spread into a fan, encircling him from three directions at once. The blue-green pack poured down the hillside like a tide, astonishingly fast.
The low-level Wind Wolves of levels three and four charged at the very front. Tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, they were extremely fast-the pack's cannon fodder, pinning the enemy down with their lives to buy time for those behind.
In the rear, the level-five and level-six Wind Wolves stopped on the hillside.
They did not charge.
Instead, they gathered power.
Hundreds of Wind Wolves mobilized their magic power at once, and the wind element in the air surged wildly. Those elements gathered together, forming a massive vortex above the pack. The vortex spun faster and faster, growing larger and larger, countless tiny wind blades faintly visible as they condensed within.
Quantity brought about a qualitative change.
The power of this attack had definitely reached the level of ninth-level magic.
Loa's gaze grew much graver.
But he had no intention of retreating.
Sword Force surged!
The Nine Heavens Wind-Thunder Sword Force instantly unfolded, enveloping a hundred meters around him. That invisible pressure sharply slowed the charging low-level Wind Wolves.
He raised his hand and slashed!
A crescent of blue-violet sword energy swept out, expanding as it went, a six-meter arc like a curved scythe of death!
Where the sword energy passed-
Those level-three and level-four Wind Wolves were cut in half at the waist like straw!
Blood gushed, entrails spilled, and screams rose one after another!
At least dozens of Wind Wolves died to that single slash.
But to a pack of over a thousand, that loss was a drop in the bucket.
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