"Roar!"
At the rear of the wolf pack, a proud wolf king, a fourth-level spirit beast, commanded the horde.
Whoosh!
A golden arrow shot from afar, propelled by the white-robed Braydon Neal and his golden bow.
Drawing it like the moon, he aimed at the wolf king.
The arrow pierced through the wolf king's head, nailing it to the ground.
Braydon calmly put away his bow and said, "Advance at full speed. We must march 80 miles. We must take down Machusa before nightfall!"
The wilderness posed extreme dangers.
Once night fell, numerous spirit beasts would venture out in search of food, and the vast number of Northern Army soldiers made them prime targets.
A beast tide attack would be imminent, potentially resulting in numerous casualties.
Hence, it was imperative to seize Machusa and find refuge before nightfall.
