However, since the majority of the population are strong, over time, some Desolate Wolf inevitably fall to the attack of the pack. But as the wolves retaliate, casualties also begin to occur among the human population.
In an instant, the battle between the two races became increasingly fierce. But at a certain moment, the burly young man in the crowd caught sight of a human in a bush, dressed in a black robe, pale-faced and unconscious.
Just then, a Desolate Wolf retreated towards the black-robed human. If its huge claws were to step on this man, they would probably leave a huge hole in his body in an instant.
A Lie was slightly startled. After all, they were all human, and being relatively warm-hearted, he couldn't bear to see this unfamiliar man in black robes die at the feet of the Desolate Wolf.
The burly young man flashed to the front of the unconscious man, and as the wolf's claws fell, he quickly dragged the black-robed man's body backward a distance, thus allowing him to dodge the dangerous attack.
But the very next moment, just as the burly young man was about to catch his breath, the alpha wolf of the Desolate Wolf suddenly appeared behind him. Its sharp claws stretched out and slashed through the air, leaving a vacuum zone. In the blink of an eye, it appeared above the burly young man's head.
At the same time, the expressions of some of the leaders in the crowd also changed drastically. At such a short distance, they had no time to provide assistance and could only watch helplessly as the burly young man died under the wolf's claws. At this moment, even the burly young man himself felt utterly hopeless.
Little did he know that his well-intentioned act of saving someone would instead drag him and the man in black robes into the abyss of death.
However, just as the wolf's claws were about to strike, a sharp gaze, like an invisible arrow, pierced through the wolf king's head.
Even without using any power or causing any spatial fluctuations, the Desolate Wolf instantly lost all its vitality.
The sharp wolf claws that were about to strike the burly youth were also out of control, crashing heavily to the ground. The moment the massive body hit the ground, it kicked up a thick cloud of dust.
Immediately afterward, the surrounding wolves were also shocked by this sudden turn of events. With the death of their wolf king, the wolves became even more frenzied, fleeing madly towards the edge of the crowd without any order. Unfortunately, without any order, the wolves were quickly surrounded again. With everyone attacking together, dozens of large Desolate Wolf fell one by one. In just a short while, dozens of Desolate Wolf were overwhelmed by the crowd, and half of them were already dead.
"That's enough. Always leave some room for maneuver. Even if we give away half of the twenty Desolate Wolf, the remaining ten will be enough for our own people. We don't need to kill so many."
Just as everyone was about to take action and kill the remaining dozens of Desolate Wolf, the middle-aged man who was leading them spoke up and stopped them. Upon hearing this, everyone obeyed his command.
Although they acted rashly and were usually rough around the edges, they readily believed this person's words.
Seeing that everyone had stopped fighting, the middle-aged man turned his attention to the burly young man, who was now sweating profusely as he supported the black-robed youth who had already woken up in his arms.
This young man in black robes was undoubtedly Xiao Yan.
"Hmph, you brat, you almost died under the wolf king's claws just now, do you even know that!"
Before the person even arrived, a deep reprimand could be heard, and a look of shame appeared on the burly young man's face.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Feng Lun, I'll be more careful next time..."
The burly young man, his face flushed, lowered his head deeply and spoke in an extremely soft voice.
"Hmph, how many times have you said that to me? Every time you say you'll be careful, but every time you only cause trouble for others. Someone saved you before, and this time you were lucky to survive. So what about in the future? If you're alone out there, who will save you then!"
"But he..."
"Alright, that's enough. I don't want to hear your excuses. As for him..."
When he looked at Xiao Yan again, the middle-aged man frowned, recalling the wolf king's death-like state from a moment ago.
That claw would have landed squarely on the two young men in front of him, but at that crucial moment, the wolf king suddenly died. What a coincidence! There was absolutely no one in their own group strong enough to kill the wolf king so easily, unless it was the pale-faced black-robed youth standing in front of him.
However, this young man clearly looked like someone who was seriously injured, and given his age, he probably couldn't possibly possess that kind of strength.
Am I overthinking it?
The middle-aged man shook his head inwardly, said nothing, only gave a slight snort of dissatisfaction, and returned to the front of the group. He ordered everyone to collect the required Desolate Wolf carcasses, and then the group quickly ran back in the direction they had come from, leaving behind a group of temporarily trapped Desolate Wolf.
A Lie carried the slender Xiao Yan on his back, following at the very back of the crowd. The people in front of him were already used to his actions.
A Lie was just too kind-hearted. He had saved too many people, but generally speaking, most people would be suspicious of his good intentions, and there were even quite a few who repaid kindness with enmity. But A Lie was not affected by this.
In A Lie's words, he saved those people, but as long as they didn't kill him, what could they possibly take from him? He was just a poor boy, perhaps even destitute; he might not even want it if it were given to him. As for A Lie's reason for saving people, it was that he hoped to become a hero, a strong man.
A hero is always a strong person, but a strong person is not necessarily a hero.
This is A Lie has always told himself.
It's just a pity that while his inner strength made him a powerful figure, his cultivation level...
Even now, it's only Three-Star Half-Emperor...
With such strength, they wouldn't even qualify as a pillar of their team, let alone a hero.
"Well..."
Following at the back of the group, A Lie sighed deeply. With a movement, more energy surged from within him, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he struggled to keep up with the group ahead.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan, who was on his back, also opened his dark eyes. Although his face showed some fatigue, his cultivation strength was slowly recovering.
Looking at the line ahead and glancing at the burly young man carrying him, Xiao Yan smiled gratefully.