A defensive line of over twenty Werewolf Warriors confronted them, a dense formation of long spears, War Axes, and heavy shields.
But to Martial Artists who had achieved Great Success in their Heart Images, these ordinary warriors might as well have been made of paper.
Hong Nianyi swept her Sword Gang across, cutting over a dozen men in the front rank in half at the waist.
With Spear Momentum like a dragon, Xu Wuyi thrust forward, piercing through three heavy shields and skewering the three warriors behind them like fruit on a stick.
The air instantly thickened with the stench of blood.
"Where did they go?" Hong Nianyi grabbed a dying Werewolf Warrior, pressing her blade against his throat.
Fear filled the warrior's eyes. He could only vaguely understand the language of the Human Race, but he could guess what she meant.
He pointed a trembling finger toward the eastern tunnel. "The High... High Priest... is after them..."
