Over a dozen bronze-armored warriors moved in a seemingly slow manner, yet with each step, they traversed several meters. Their massive fists swung down, splattering the blood of numerous wolf demons on the spot.
In less than half a moment, over a hundred wolf demons were slain, blood turning into rivers on the ground, limbs and body parts scattered everywhere, emitting a strong stench of blood.
The man in the qing robe, unhurried, descended from the chariot. He didn't seem to mind the blood and corpses on the ground at all and slowly walked into the small patch of woods previously guarded by the wolves.
At this moment, the bronze-armored warriors had formed a protective circle around the woods, standing still as if statues.
The man in the qing robe stood before the woods, waved his sleeve gently, and an invisible force parted the forest, revealing a path.
Without a word, he stepped in and walked through the path.
