Chapter 932 - 696: Close Quarters Combat
It seems he has made up his mind, no longer going deeper.
Originally, the Left Army and Right Army consisted mainly of forces affiliated with the Bright Flame Sect.
Their main duty was to cover and support.
When expanding territories and engaging in frontal warfare, the vanguard and central army are the main forces.
Liu Minglin’s decision was indeed reasonable to an extent.
At this moment, Shen Xuan’s expression suddenly changed.
"Not good!"
Liu Minglin was taken aback.
Before he could ask.
"Awooo!"
A piercing, ferocious wolf howl, filled with endless rage, suddenly exploded from the pitch-black forest outside the camp!
The howl pierced through the night sky like countless icicles stabbing into the eardrums, carrying a primordial pressure from deep within the bloodline, shaking the human spirit and causing blood to churn.
Even Liu Minglin, a Fake Pill Cultivator, felt a chill in his Divine Soul, and his Spiritual Power momentarily stalled.
It’s a Tier Three Demon King!
The visitor comes with ill intentions, brimming with anger!
...
The howl of the Silver Lightning Wolf King echoed, sometimes near, sometimes far, throughout the entire night.
The Liu Family cultivators also fought for the whole night.
Initially, Liu Zhian was able to lead a few apprentices to repair and strengthen the defense arrays around the camp with all their might.
However, after just one stick of incense, the defensive light screen shattered under the relentless assault of countless Silver Lightning Wolves.
The Silver Lightning Wolves surged forth like a tide from all directions.
All Liu Family cultivators, except for a few seriously wounded, went up to face them.
With their backs against the camp, they defended with great effort.
The dull sound of blades chopping through flesh and bone, the roaring of spells exploding, the cries of the dying, and the harsh howls of the Silver Lightning Wolves intertwined, shredding the night to pieces.
People kept falling, and warm blood splattered onto the muddy ground, painting beautiful patterns, as shards of bone and weapon fragments flew in all directions.
Xiangcao stood behind Shen Xuan, pale, her hands tightly gripping the corners of her clothes.
The Shura-like scene before her made her heart tremble, not daring to breathe loudly.
Shen Xuan remained motionless.
He stood silently at the rear of the battle array, like a silent statue.
His Divine Sense spread like an invisible web, quietly covering the entire battlefield, extending for miles.
There, on another slope, the true Silver Lightning Wolf King was crouching quietly.
Its figure was even more majestic than the one from last night, standing nearly ten feet tall, its silver fur shining with a mercury-like luster in the dim light.
Its ghostly green eyes coldly gazed through the night towards the Liu Family camp.
Its demonic sense swept over the battlefield, lingering briefly on Liu Minglin, then firmly locking onto Shen Xuan.
Not retracting for a long time.
The Wolf King’s natural intuition allowed it to perceive that this silent Human Race cultivator was the strongest opponent among these people.
The sky, amidst the brutal fighting, gradually turned gray.
The wolf pack’s offensive, with the arrival of the morning light, finally slowed down slightly.
The surviving Liu Family cultivators were able to catch their breath.
However, when they saw the scene around them clearly, their hearts sank to the bottom.
As far as the eye could see, there were countless gleaming wolf shadows baring their fangs.
An estimated four to five thousand in total!
Even more despairing was the fact that within the shadows of the forest, new wolf silhouettes continued to gather endlessly.
The entire night of fierce battle resulted in heavy casualties for the Liu Family.
More than twenty were killed, over a dozen severely wounded, and almost everyone else was injured,
their armor shattered and their Spiritual Power exhausted.
In the early hours, the defense line nearly collapsed multiple times.
The clan leader, Liu Minglin, along with Clan Elders Liu Mingzhi and Liu Mingli, had to hold the front line to barely stabilize the battle formation.
Within the entire Liu Family team, only Shen Xuan and his maid Xiangcao had not taken action.
"Clan Leader, should we fire the distress flare?"
Liu Zhifei, in charge of communications, staggered over, his voice hoarse.
On his shoulder perched the Swift Wind Falcon, its feathers disheveled, with several bloodstains on its body, looking depleted in spirit, clearly having experienced a fierce battle.
When the Seven Camps’ major families split their forces, each was given a specially crafted distress flare.
Once activated, it would shoot a glow into the sky visible for hundreds of miles, a last resort to call for allied reinforcements when trapped in desperate situations.
Liu Minglin raised his eyes, looking at the endless tide of silver wolves outside the camp, then glanced at the distant ancient tree branches.
A dense cluster.
That was the black-winged cold crow flock, watching the battle silently like a cloud of death.
Liu Minglin’s voice was dry: "Fire it."
The Ma Family to the left and the Xiao Family to the right, both are no less powerful than the Liu Family.
If they could arrive in time for reinforcement, with the three armies combined, there might be a slim chance of survival...
However, just as Liu Zhifei took out the scarlet pellet engraved with complex runes, before he could activate it.
In the distant southwestern sky, a blazing red light suddenly exploded!
The light, like blood, gathered to form a distinct and dazzling flame emblem, lingering on the dim sky before dawn.
"It’s the Xiao Family’s distress signal!"
Liu Zhifei exclaimed, his hand holding the distress flare freezing in mid-air.
It seems the Xiao Family is also besieged, unable to help themselves.
Before everyone could recover from the shock.
In the northwest, another distinctly different azure light promptly blossomed, forming the virtual image of a fluttering battle flag, standing aloft in the sky.
It’s the Ma Family!
Liu Minglin dumbfoundedly gazed at the sky, at those two radiant lights shining in contrast.
Ultimately, he just sighed.
"No need to fire it."
"They can’t take care of themselves."
That night, the Silver Lightning Wolf horde’s attack was still exploratory.
If the Silver Lightning Wolf King led a full-scale assault with the wolf pack.
Among the entire Liu Family cultivators, very few would survive.
The Silver Lightning Wolf Demons were simply too numerous.
Too overwhelming to endure.
The flock of black-winged cold crows circling on the side, like a sword hanging over the head, coldly waited for the best opportunity to strike.
The situation was precarious.
As the head of a clan, Liu Minglin’s heart was like a mirror.