The wind in the woods abruptly stalled. Vegetation rustled and swayed as twelve dark-green figures darted out of the shadows between the trees.
They were Netherworld Wolves, their bodies wreathed in a faintly flickering layer of Netherworld Light that made their outlines look illusory and indistinct.
The twelve Netherworld Wolves spread out, slowly tightening their encirclement, their ghostly green eyes locked on Tang Wulin.
Eleven had ten years of cultivation, with lean bodies and swift movements; the one in the middle was a size bulkier and had a fiercer aura. It was a Netherworld Wolf Leader approaching a hundred years.
Wolf howls rose one after another, and a rank wind struck his face.
Deep in the dense shade of the woods, Tang Qingye stood quietly, his aura concealed.
Tang Wulin's heart hammered, and his palms grew slightly sweaty. This was his first time facing Soul Beasts, and a whole pack at that.
His yellow first Soul Ring slowly rose and lit up beneath his feet.
Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, winding and weaving together in layers to form grassy armor around him, suffused with a soft, milky-gold glow.
First Soul Skill-Blue Silver Milk Radiance Body.
The supple, thick grass armor greatly increased his defense. When struck, the vines would cave inward to dissipate the force while reflecting part of it back onto the attacker. The glimmer of life brought by his Soul Spirit, Milk Baby, flowed through the armor, slowly soothing the minor scrapes and bruises on his skin.
The first two Netherworld Wolves lunged forward with their speed, their sharp claws tearing viciously at the grass armor.
Thud, thud!
The Blue Silver armor dissipated most of the tremendous impact, and the reflected force surged back through the armor.
As though they had struck a