The sudden and fleeting pressure startled the Wolf King and the surrounding white wolves, causing their bodies to jerk and their movements to stiffen for a moment.
In battle, victory or defeat often hinges on a single moment.
Despite their opponents being just a group of children, these children, who had been hardened by brutal training, seized the opportunity, wielding their weapons and fiercely hacking at the frozen wolf pack.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The blades struck the vital or critical parts of the white wolves, with cries of agony echoing one after another, instantly reversing the previously one-sided predicament.
Especially when Xue Yong leaped into the air and struck down the head of the Wolf King with a fierce blow, the bloody wolf head rolled to the ground, and the previously spirited wolf pack was thrown into panic. With a frightened howl, they lost their former ferocity and scattered, fleeing in disarray into the depths of the mountains.
