In the valley, the roars were endless, as if there were hundreds and thousands of beasts. At the same time, the earth trembled, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were charging out of the valley.
"The strongest is an Emperor-to-be!"
The corners of Lu Ming's mouth curled into a smile. He took a step forward and entered the valley.
In front of him, a pack of giant wolves charged at Lu Ming. There were at least a few hundred of them. There were bright Saints, great saints, and even absolute Saints.
The giant wolves 'bodies were pitch-black, and they emitted a thick demonic aura. Their eyes were filled with ferocity as they pounced at Lu Ming.
"Kill!"
Lu Ming waved his hand and his Saint energy condensed into long Spears.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The long spear pierced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Instantly, the giant wolves were nailed to the ground by the spear.