Xu Wuyi looked at their formation, a flicker of coldness in his eyes.
Ever since he began traveling between the Star Realms, he'd had a significant history with the Werewolf Race.
Wolfman War Generals had gone from being formidable opponents to enemies he could kill in an instant, and now…
Now, he was an Innate Martial Artist.
To him, these War Generals were no different than ants.
He stepped forward, walking directly into the Werewolves' formation.
The heavy-shielded War General at the front roared, charging with its shield. Five thick bone shields smashed toward Xu Wuyi with immense force. A direct hit would have shattered the bones of even a Martial Artist.
But Xu Wuyi simply raised his right hand, splayed his fingers, and pressed forward into the empty air.
BANG—!
The five bone shields exploded simultaneously, and the War Generals behind them were sent flying back, spitting blood. Their chests were caved in, and it was clear they wouldn't survive.
