Echoing howls stole the cultivators' attention from the battlefield. From the gates, a flood of wolf demons came free. They were large monstrous things, the size of horses rather than ordinary wolves. Black armor glistened on their bodies, protecting their limbs, bodies, and giant heads.
About a dozen of them poured out from the gates and charged in an organized line, snapping and howling. Unlike the demon tropes the cultivators had faced earlier, these wolves were both organized and seasoned fighters. There were more howls coming from within the gates and it soon became clear that it was their way of casting complex spells.
Swords did not penetrate their hide easily, even when slipped past the cracks between the armor. And when their fangs crunched down on steel, even the finest built weapon cracked under the pressure.
