On a stormy night, countless wild wolves turned into streaks of deadly darkness, relentlessly charging at the circular formation ahead. The five-person formation stood immovable like boulders, striking swiftly and ferociously retaliating. The military sabers in their hands flashed with a chilling light, continuously devouring the lives of the charging wild wolves. The ground was piled with wolf carcasses, and their blood had already stained the surroundings red.
The ferocious wild wolf pack attacked brutally. The five men in the circular formation fought to the death without retreating. On this stormy night, they composed a surging symphony of nature's law of the survival of the fittest. Finally, when everyone became tired, and their physical strength was drained too quickly and too much, facing the unceasing attacks of the wild wolf pack, Lan Xue calmly issued the order to retreat.