Shen Lang showed no hint of panic, casually swinging the Celestial Water Blade in his right hand…
The light from the blade's tip erupted, extending several meters and tracing a beautiful, crescent-moon arc. In an instant, it sliced the two fastest Netherworld Wolves pouncing from his right in half!
This was the first time Shen Lang had used his Spiritual Power after slaying more than twenty Netherworld Wolves.
"If you're just relying on numbers, you haven't brought nearly enough!"
Shen Lang let out a soft cry. Ignoring the Netherworld Wolves on his flanks, his figure flickered like a phantom as he charged straight ahead.
WHOOSH!
An unparalleled blade gleam, dozens of feet long, flashed before him, seeming to cleave space itself and instantly clearing a path.
Seven or eight Netherworld Wolves were cleaved in two by a single strike before they could even yelp, their bodies crashing onto the grass, creating a scene of utter carnage.
