*Clang*
*Krrr*
Amidst the noise of metal clashing against metal, a sharp squeal erupted, suddenly stealing everyone's attention at the scene.
*Grrr*
Suddenly, howling and growling sounds echoed as all the wolves witnessed their leader dying from a sword that penetrated its head, turning the brain matter into mush.
The youth was wearing ivory-gray robes that clung to her skin, covering almost every inch of her body, save for her face, neck, hands, and forearms.
The female cultivator took her sword out of the body of the Peak Stage 3 demon wolf that had been towering over her just a few minutes earlier with its 18 Stage 2 minions.
All of the wolves had similar features, making them hard to distinguish, if not for the obvious difference in their size and gender.
