The wolf pack watched in silence.
More than a hundred icy gazes locked onto the three—Rena Luo, Clark Luo, and Gavin Luo—filling the air with a chilling silence.
"Didn’t they say there was only one guardian outside of that thing? Why are there so many wolves here!" Rena Luo glanced around nervously, unease growing inside.
Over a hundred snow wolves appeared, surrounding them in a tight ring and blocking every possible escape route.
If they wanted out, they’d have to fight their way through, carving a bloody path to survival with fists and flesh.
"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just a bunch of animals. Haven’t had meat in days—let’s slaughter them and have ourselves a wolf feast!"
Gavin Luo snorted coldly, cracked his knuckles, and stepped forward.
In the darkness, his muscles and bones crackled, ready to take on the fight at any moment.
"These wolves aren’t ordinary. Be careful."
Clark Luo took a deep breath and spoke in a low, steady voice.
"What’s there to be scared of? However many come, I’ll kill that many. Guess I’m pulling an all-nighter!"
With a fierce shout, Gavin Luo exploded forward, surging ahead in an instant.
He moved at lightning speed, reaching the nearest snow wolf in a flash, swinging his fist down hard!
Roar!
The snow wolf refused to back down, letting out a fierce howl. Fearless to the end, it bared its sharp white fangs and lunged straight at Gavin Luo.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Gavin Luo’s fist landed squarely on the wolf’s head, blasting its entire body away and sending it tumbling to the side.
"That felt good!"
Gavin Luo burst out laughing.
Rena Luo frowned tightly, while Clark Luo’s face was grim and silent—his gaze fixed on the wolf king standing at the very center of the pack.
The surrounding snow wolves, seeing one of their own sent flying by a punch, grew restless and uneasy.
They let out cold, low growls, their eyes locked on Gavin Luo, as if waiting for some command.
Gavin Luo, having landed his first blow, plunged back into the wolf pack.
Awooo!
The wolf king threw its head back and howled at the sky.
Under the moonlight, the snow wolves—already itching for action—surged forward like a tidal wave.
The frenzied pack trampled through wind and snow, charging straight at them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Gavin Luo’s face darkened, inner strength raging before him as he threw his fists, fierce as a tiger.
Punch after punch forced back the charging snow wolves, but Gavin soon realized that no matter how many he struck, the pack’s numbers weren’t dwindling at all!
"Don’t get bogged down—finish it quick!"
Clark Luo’s face changed dramatically as he shouted. Then, with a single hand forming a grip, he condensed a long blade from midair and charged into the wolves.
"You can’t kill these wolves with just fists! How can their recovery be so terrifying?" Rena Luo’s eyes widened in shock.
She watched in disbelief as the snow wolves Gavin Luo had knocked aside earlier lay on the ground for only a moment before getting up again—howling and charging as if totally unhurt.
Wave after wave of fearless, fiercely resilient snow wolves formed a white, primeval flood, crashing down on them again and again.
The towering wolf king stood in the moonlight, its eyes cold as ice, staring at Rena Luo, who was still in the cave entrance.
Clark Luo’s inner strength-forged blade slashed again and again at the snow wolves.
As a fourth-grade Vajra, every slash carried deadly intent—his blade swept out, instantly killing several snow wolves on the spot.
The air filled with the scent of blood.
Gavin Luo let out a fierce shout, condensed a long sword, gripped its hilt, and stabbed it into a snow wolf’s carotid artery.
"Two fourth-grade Vajras?"
On a mountaintop.
Master Lin from Seacrest stood on a withered branch jutting from a cliff, hands behind his back, watching the battlefield below with a hint of curiosity on his face.
Fourth-grade Vajras were nothing to Master Lin from Seacrest.
But whether in Seacrest or Jinnan, fourth-grade Vajras carried immense weight.
Clark Luo and Gavin Luo were both young, yet able to shape inner strength into forms—no easy feat.
Master Lin from Seacrest had assumed Rena Luo and her group were at most fifth-grade Vajras. This was an unexpected surprise.
"If they’re fourth-grade, then what about you?"
Master Lin from Seacrest glanced coolly in Rena Luo’s direction.
He wasn’t worried about Rena Luo and the others dying here.
The three Maiden Spirits sealed in the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll, after cultivating for a while in the Ghost-Soul Well, had grown much stronger—strong enough to defeat most second-grade Vajras.
The three Maiden Spirits hovered beside Rena Luo’s group, only intervening at critical moments.
As long as their lives were protected, all that remained was to follow them and find the place where Master Morgan once was.
Master Lin from Seacrest could kill two of them, or simply subdue them by force and compel them to lead him there.
But that would just be a waste of words.
Master Lin from Seacrest had no interest in dealing with this rabble; for now, he was content to watch from the sidelines.
Blood mist swirled through the air.
Clark Luo and Gavin Luo repeatedly shaped inner strength into weapons, slaying the charging snow wolves on the spot.
But these snow wolves, their eyes burning red, only grew more frenzied at the scent of blood.
They stepped over their fallen comrades—some silent, some howling as they pressed on.
Like a white steel legion, they marched in lockstep with death itself!
Bang!
At last, Gavin Luo let his guard down for a moment—and two snow wolves seized the chance, slamming into him.
"Die!"
Even with the body of a fourth-grade Vajra, Gavin Luo struggled to withstand the impact.
Furious, he spun around—his sword flicked upward, instantly killing the two wolves behind him.
"Watch out!"
Gavin Luo was still withdrawing his sword when he heard Rena Luo cry out in alarm.
Boom!
The next second, Gavin Luo felt a tremendous force slam into his back, sending him flying.
Before he could recover, a snow wolf behind him had already opened its jaws, aiming for his throat!
If it bit into his carotid, even a fourth-grade Vajra would die here!
A split second from disaster.
The snow wolf was just about to strike.
In that instant, the snow wolf’s body jerked strangely in midair.
Gavin Luo seized the opening and, with a clean thrust, pierced the wolf’s throat.
One strike to the throat!
Roar!
The wolf king let out a fierce cry.
As if receiving a command, the entire wolf pack retreated, their eyes coldly fixed on the group before them.
"What’s going on?"
Clark Luo and Gavin Luo gasped for breath, staring at the mountain of snow wolf corpses before them, cold sweat soaking their backs.
The strength of these wolves far exceeded their imagination.
Seeing the pack suddenly halt was a surprise.
The burly wolf king glanced around, its eyes brimming with cold killing intent and vigilance, mingled with a hint of confusion.
It looked as if it were searching for something.
"Even a wolf can sense the Three Maiden Spirits’ presence?"
Master Lin from Seacrest was genuinely surprised.
The wolf king, having found nothing, seemed to make up its mind.
Its claws scraped across the snow, preparing to advance.
But just then, it suddenly raised its head to gaze at the full moon—and froze.
The sky had held a bright orange moon, but now it glowed with a faint blue light.
Without hesitation, the wolf king let out a long howl.
At the piercing sound, every snow wolf surged forward, each grabbing a fallen comrade’s corpse before turning and sprinting away in the same direction.
"Why are they leaving? Where are they going?" Rena Luo blurted out, stunned.
"It’s the omen of the Volcanic Sea! Follow them!"
Gavin Luo glanced at the sky, his face changing drastically. Without another thought, he hurried after them.