"Aoouu—"
Above the grasslands, a pack of Green-haired Demon Wolves, as big as water buffaloes, were hunting. There were hundreds of them, and their prey were shockingly dozens of cultivators.
Grass clippings flew everywhere as the horde of Green Demon Wolves sprinted with a might that rivaled a stampede of thousands of horses, shaking the grasslands themselves.
The cultivators being chased were mostly from the Foundation Establishment realm, and the Golden Elixir Realm cultivators had already flown away.
"Why are these demon wolves chasing us relentlessly?"
Zong Yan cursed under his breath. Beside him flew Ye Xuan and Murong Xuan, all three riding their swords at low altitude, their bodies bearing wounds, obviously having just endured a fierce battle.
The other cultivators were also cursing angrily, yet each one lamented not having an extra pair of legs as they dared not stop.
The distance between them and the Green Demon Wolves was closing fast.
