The attack of the fire wolves was incredibly fierce. Even someone as strong as Zhang Xiaohua had to put in considerable effort to deal with them. How could the female disciple, who was surrounded by several fire wolves, stand a chance against them? She watched as a fire wolf spit out a colossal fireball from its mouth, which rapidly struck the longsword in the female disciple's hand. Subsequently, another fire wolf pounced on her with a "whoosh" sound, its blood-filled mouth aimed directly at her delicate face. It seemed as though she could already smell the stench of the wolf's mouth. The female disciple's vision faded to darkness as she happily fainted!
Just as the fire wolf was about to bite off the female disciple's throat, a small sword silently appeared from behind her neck, grazing her delicate skin, and with a "swish," it stabbed into the wolf's mouth. Immediately, a burst of blood spurted out of the back of the wolf's neck, and the small sword emerged from within...
