Chapter 60: Chapter 59 Black-clad Swordsman
The white light fell like a meteor, crashing into the pack of wolves. Faced with this sudden attack, the wolves momentarily scattered. The powerful shockwave swept across the entire battlefield, and the few black wolves hit directly by the white light were blown away, howling as they crashed heavily back into the pack. Their bodies, which had been impervious to arrows and spears, now seemed as fragile as paper. Before they even hit the ground, their bodies were torn to shreds by the sword Qi radiating from the blast, leaving only a bloody mess.
The sudden scene stunned both the wolf pack and the soldiers on the wall. Both sides turned their heads to look in the direction where the light beam landed. They were surprised to see a young man dressed in black slowly standing up. He held a longsword shimmering with pure radiance in his right hand, pointing it at the pack of wolves. He looked like an unstoppable sharp blade.
The pack of wolves paused for a second in front of the young man, then the black wolves roared and turned, charging at the unexpected intruder. The sight of blood aroused their primal nature, and the human who attacked them was now their target to be eliminated.
Nothing more than this.
Fang Zheng looked up at the pack of wolves before him. For an ordinary person, having over a hundred black wolves charging at them would be enough to make them wet their pants. But for Fang Zheng, who commanded the Zerg army, a mere one hundred and eighty black wolves were hardly worth his attention.
So, in the face of the incoming black wolves, Fang Zheng merely tightened his grip on his Sky-Cleaving Sword and swung it forward.
A dazzling light condensed into a silver line slashed through the sky, several Crusader’s holy crosses appeared before the black wolves, and then they exploded!
A series of explosions caught the charging black wolves off guard. Their tough hides, resistant to iron swords and arrows, were unable to withstand the powerful sacred light. Not to mention, Fang Zheng’s power had already been upgraded from E to D.
Punching a bear to death was no joke!
Under the Crusader Strike, the vanguard of the black wolves scattered like they had collided with an invisible wall. But Fang Zheng didn’t stop there; he fixed his gaze on the black wolves ahead, raised his longsword, and swung it again!
As Fang Zheng raised his longsword, the Sky-Cleaving Sword in his hand began to tremble slightly. When Fang Zheng slashed it forward, the Holy Light attached to the blade split into several rays, fanning out like a meat grinder, tearing through the hides of the black wolves that couldn’t dodge in time, reducing them to bloody chunks of flesh.
Seeing his pack of black wolves suffer heavy casualties, the head wolf on the hillside howled again. Hearing the head wolf’s howl, the advancing wolf pack skidded to a halt. Then two groups of black wolves split off from the left and right sides, flanking the area. The black wolves moved rapidly; before Fang Zheng could retrieve his longsword, they had already surrounded him from behind!
Seeing this, Clark and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats. They hadn’t expected the black wolves to be so cunning. Now the young man was completely surrounded, and even if he had three heads and six arms, it would be hard to fend off attacks from all sides. Not to mention the leading black wolves had opened their mouths, with pitch-black energy gathering, the demonic flames formed by chaos magic ready to be unleashed…
But for Fang Zheng, this was of no concern.
Of course, he could sense the thick chaos magic in the air. Demon Beasts could manipulate such power, which is what made them Demon Beasts. Fang Zheng had caught them off guard with his initial swift attack, but now, the black wolves had clearly figured out how to handle their prey.
Still, Fang Zheng had his own methods.
The black wolves were already within five yards of Fang Zheng. Their gaping maws sprayed sparks, and given a bit more time, they’d be spewing flames to incinerate their quarry.
In the observers’ eyes, they saw the young man standing still, then flipping his longsword and plunging it into the ground.
The next moment, a miracle occurred.
From the ground around the young man burst forth a dazzling Holy Light, breaking through the soil as if it had been released from underground. The black wolves that charged into this Holy Light screamed in agony as their pitch-black bodies erupted into flames. White fire consumed them mercilessly, burning and spreading.
At this moment, the pack of wolves finally halted. They let out terrified cries and instinctively began to retreat from the area imbued with Sacred Power. Demon Beasts polluted by chaos magic might be able to spit fire, but that didn’t mean they were immune to it, especially not when it contained Sacred Power.
Witnessing this, the head wolf finally showed agitation. It paced anxiously on the hillside, then made a firm decision and howled once more. Hearing its howl, the black wolves, initially disturbed by the Sacred Flame, immediately regrouped and once again charged fearlessly.
“You can’t fight them head-on!!”
Watching the scene unfold, Clark furrowed his brow and shouted down to the young man below.
“The black wolves won’t retreat unless you kill the head wolf, otherwise they’ll fight to the death!”
Hearing Clark’s shout, Fang Zheng frowned. He quickly lifted his head, scanning the surroundings. Soon, he locked onto the huge shadow on the hill. The head wolf turned to meet Fang Zheng’s gaze, its red eyes gleaming with rage and madness. To Fang Zheng, these black wolves were nothing more than walking snacks, but saving time… Thinking this, a smile played at Fang Zheng’s lips.
Time to test that move.
Gripping his longsword tightly, Fang Zheng prepared for action.
Clark had no idea what he was seeing. Watching the young man raise his longsword and make a charging motion towards the oncoming wolves, Clark blinked, and in that blink, the young man vanished from his sight.
Clark didn’t know how the young man disappeared. He felt like he had just blinked, and the next thing he knew, the person who had been standing there vanished. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, finally spotting the young man’s figure.
He was standing behind the giant head wolf, motionless.
How did the young man get there?
The Sky-Cleaving Sword sliced through the air, casting a shower of blood. Fang Zheng turned to glance at the head wolf by his side, then sheathed his sword.
As the longsword slid into its sheath, the head wolf finally moved. Its head tilted slightly and then fell to the ground with a “thud,” blood spurting from its neck, staining the pristine snow. Its body collapsed heavily, lifeless.
Clark’s eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend what he had just witnessed. The head wolf had been killed that easily? Wait, and the wolves?
Turning quickly, Clark looked at the pack of wolves not far from the wall, only to find them standing still, like sculptures. They seemed frozen in time, caught in the harsh wind.
Countless radiant Light Blades bloomed like a lotus, completely engulfing the pitch-black beasts.
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