And on Jian Wushuang's back, three blood-red gashes marked where the wild wolves had attacked, fresh blood trailing down, flesh turned inside out, a gruesome sight.
The three-foot sword in his hands was wielded with utmost precision.
For a moment, neither side gained much advantage.
"I underestimated these beasts a bit." Jian Wushuang retreated to the side of a towering ancient tree, his bone sword in front of him, covering his eyes, observing the wolves in front of him only from beneath the blade.
This scene felt incredibly familiar to him. He felt as if he had drawn his sword a hundred thousand times, and every time, it was under this tree.
Now, he didn't have that much inspiration. When the wolves pounced, he flipped his body, lightly stepping on the tree trunk with the tip of his foot, and his body shot out like a dragon.
"Capture the leader first!" In terms of strategy, these wild wolves were far lacking.