As I look out, the vast expanse of the grassland, apart from the purplish-black weeds, is nothing but wolves—densely packed, demonic wolves. Their entire bodies are pitch black, the fur along their backs standing on end like steel needles. These Mò Láng (Demonic Wolves) range from the size of ordinary wolves to monstrous beasts three or four zhang long, towering even higher than a typical elephant.

Upon their foreheads, each one sports a single, jet-black horn that glints with chilling light. There must be at least hundreds of thousands of these Mò Láng here, and countless beams of cold light are continuously shooting forth.

A good three to four li away from Ye Jingyu, dazzling light, streaks of blade energy, sword auras, and various forces are erupting—someone is fiercely battling these Mò Láng. Fighting.

On their journey here, Ye Jingyu and his group had certainly encountered Mò Láng before, but the largest pack numbered only about thirty. That group had ended up as their meal. But here, there were hundreds of thousands of them… This… this… even the currently powerful Ye Jingyu felt a pang of dread.

When Liang Xiaoke and the others finally caught up, they too were stunned into silence by the scene before them. They finally understood why Lin Xiaoyi had been so flustered earlier. Hundreds of thousands of Mò Láng, packed so densely they resembled a boundless ocean, stretching beyond sight.

"What do we do?" Liang Xiaoke managed to ask the obvious question.

"Kill…" Ye Jingyu uttered just that single word before his body shot forward. The Tiān Zūn Dāo (Heavenly Venerate Blade) appeared in his hand without warning, and he brought it down in a sweeping arc toward the front.

A blinding slash of blade light illuminated the entire sky, a strike extending a full thousand zhang long.

Chii! With that single cut, at least a hundred Mò Láng were instantly reduced to fine mist, with only a scattered few managing to evade the blow.

Such carnage immediately drew the attention of the Mò Láng. Instantly, at least a thousand of them turned tail and lunged toward Ye Jingyu.

"All of you, die!" Ye Jingyu roared, the Tiān Zūn Dāo now glowing with purple light. He raised the blade with both hands as several arcs of lightning flashed forth.

"Kuáng Léi Liànyù (Furious Thunder Purgatory)…" A heavenly bolt descended from the sky, followed by an explosion of blinding electric light. Countless lightning-laced blade energies erupted, forming a massive cage that spanned several hundred zhang.

Innumerable streaks of lightning flashed, countless blade energies shot out. Faced with such ferocious power, the Mò Láng were hacked to pieces one by one. Any stray wolf that slipped past the blade energy was instantly paralyzed by the intense electricity.

Centering on Ye Jingyu, the area within several hundred zhang was a maelstrom of purple lightning. Whether they were the half-zhang long wolves or the massive, three-to-four-zhang behemoths, all were instantly reduced to charcoal beneath that torrent of energy. When the light subsided, the surrounding area was scorched black; not a single Mò Láng remained alive.

This terrifying strike failed to awe the savage wolves; instead, it inflamed their ferocity. Immediately, several thousand more Mò Láng charged directly at Ye Jingyu. These were visibly superior to the first wave—faster, and as they ran, beams of black light shot out from the horns on their foreheads, aimed straight at him.

Thousands of black beams converged, creating a force potent enough to instantly slay any Martial God below the Third Heaven. Even Ye Jingyu felt a shockwave of alarm facing this barrage. His expression shifted; the Bà Yuán Lì (Hegemon Origin Power) within him surged madly, and the blade light on the Tiān Zūn Dāo flared again, unleashing a colossal sweep easily exceeding several thousand zhang, directly intercepting the cascade of black light.

Boom! A thunderous roar echoed across the sky. The recoil shock slammed Ye Jingyu backward repeatedly. His arms went numb, and the blood Qi churning violently within him, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

As for those thousands of Mò Láng, they too were violently thrown back, blood leaking from their eyes. Many of the smaller wolves exploded internally from the sheer force, with at least five hundred individuals instantly shaken to death.

At this moment, Liang Xiaoke had already plunged into the wolf pack. His body was completely transformed into its bestial state. He needed no intricate techniques, relying solely on his razor-sharp claws to rake at the wolves. Fierce though they were, these beasts could not withstand Liang Xiaoke’s current physique. Except for a small fraction that posed any real threat, most Mò Láng shattered upon contact.

Clutching the skull of one wolf, a colossal force transmitted through his paw, completely draining its vital essence. Streams of black energy emanated from Liang Xiaoke’s body. The wolves couldn't even fire the black light from their horns before being enveloped by this dark miasma—the Jiǔ Yōu Zhī Qì (Nine Nether Energy). Any wolf ensnared would bleed from all seven orifices within moments, its body dissolving into a pool of blood, its power absorbed into the black mist, and finally, fully integrated by Liang Xiaoke.

In mere breaths, over a thousand Mò Láng had fallen to Liang Xiaoke’s assault.

Though somewhat timid, Lin Xiaoyi was still a master at the Fifth Heaven of the Martial God realm. The highest-ranking Mò Láng present were only at the Third Heaven, and most were only slightly stronger than common wolves—hardly a match for him. His blade flashed, and wolf after wolf fell beneath his edge.

As for Hu Yanqi, he held a bow in one hand, pulling the string with the other. He required no arrows; he simply kept drawing and releasing the string.

Terrifying streaks of arrow energy tore through the air, striking down Mò Láng one by one, each one bearing a bloody hole precisely where its head met its neck. Having cultivated the Shè Rì Jué (Sun-Shooting Art) to the sixth layer, he could shoot accurately without physical nock.

Hu Yanmeng’s spiritual bow continuously fired ice arrows. Although her archery skill lagged behind Hu Yanqi’s, dispatching these ordinary Mò Láng was still effortless.

Meanwhile, Gongsun Lu remained close to Yao Yao, charging into the thick of the wolf horde alongside her.

In the heart of the wolf encirclement, dozens of figures were still locked in relentless combat. Facing such innumerable wolves, their only recourse was to keep killing, killing until the beasts feared them or retreated.

"These Mò Láng are all controlled by the Wolf King. We must slay the Wolf King to break free!" Inside the fray, Ghost-Sees-Sorrow, clad in blood-red robes, stood guard near Jiu Feng, stating coldly.

"Indeed. But where is this Wolf King hidden?" Dugu Qian asked from nearby, having just bisected several wolves with a single sword strike, his eyes filled with anxiety. How long could they possibly keep killing these hordes?