A single Ironback Blue Wolf was not scary; what was scary was a pack of them attacking or a never-ending stream of them.
Two days and two nights passed and Yun Che had fought here in close quarters for two days and nights. Countless Ironback Blue Wolves had died under his sword, but it was almost as if the number of Ironback Blue Wolves here was endless. Everytime he finished killing all the blue wolves and sat down to treat his injuries, another large pack of Ironback Blue Wolves would appear in front of him within a quarter of an hour.
Within these two days and two nights, under the constant thrill of fighting hand-to-hand, and under the pressure of medication, Yun Che’s profound strength grew increasingly stable.
Just when Yun Che was about to consider going further in, a resonant hawk’s cry came from above the skies.