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The wolf howls came closer. Lian Na was so scared that her face turned pale. She stood beside Long Teng and held his hand tightly. Although Soaring Dragon started to panic a little, he was able to calm down after a while. After all, he had seen quite a few magical beasts in the past few days. He had killed quite a few magical beasts as well. He was able to resist certain situations. His mind kept turning as he thought of a way to deal with this pack of wolves. Actually, Long Teng still had some luck in his heart, perhaps it was due to the confidence he had in the past few days.

Long Teng himself knew. Both in his previous life and in this life, he would rather meet a tiger than a pack of wolves. In his heart, Long Teng hoped that he would encounter a low-level wolf pack, but was that possible?

With one hand holding Lian Na, Long Teng leapt lightly into the air and onto the branch of a large tree. Lian Na felt Long Teng hug her waist. The fear she felt earlier was quickly washed away by joy. Her pale face blushed a little as she looked tenderly at Long Teng, her delicate skin, her childish yet handsome face, and her elegant hair that fluttered in the wind. Seeing this made Lian Na's heart leap. Bang! Bang! Bang! The blush on her face slowly dissipated, and Lian Na felt as if her face was on fire. Ye Zichen tilted his head and leaned on Long Teng's shoulder. Seeing that there was no response from the Soaring Dragon, his heart was filled with joy.

Long Teng raised his eyes and looked through the dense branches, only to see a group of Wind Demon Wolves rapidly running in his direction. The wolf's body glowed with a green light.

This Wind Demon Wolf's body was as big as an adult cow, and it was born with a talent for wind magic. All adult Windfiend Wolves could reach level 7, half of them could reach level 8, the minority could even reach level 9, and the Wolf King could reach level 1 Saint or higher. There were more than a hundred Windfiend Wolves in this group. Even a Saint-level magical beast would find it a headache to encounter them. And this wolf was an extremely savage and annoying creature. Every time they appeared, they were not only in groups. They also like to take the initiative to attack any living being they encounter. The trouble is. They never knew what fear was. Hemophilia. Under the lead of the Wolf King. Unless it was an unstoppable force. Otherwise, even if they met an even stronger enemy, they would not retreat. Even if he was dead, he wouldn't stop attacking! If it was a lone wolf, they might still be afraid, but if a pack of wolves appeared, then this group of beasts would become abnormally fierce and bloodthirsty.

The more wild wolves there were, the more terrifying they were. They didn't know fear, they didn't know fear, they didn't know death. The only thing they knew was that they had to fight. He knew that his prey had died, unless he received orders from the leader or if the leader had died. Otherwise, even if there was only one wolf left, it would keep attacking. Even higher ranked magical beasts than the Windfiend Wolves didn't dare to offend this group of Fiends.

Amongst the various empires, there was a familiar phrase: "I would rather offend a Saint Level 3 expert than a pack of wolves."

However, wolves were not the kind of people who would throw their lives away even when they knew their enemies were strong. Wolves were very cunning and smart. Under the lead of the head wolf, they would even use simple tactics and formations!

This kind of intelligent, cunning, and not afraid of death, if a large number of them were to gang up on him, just thinking about it would be terrifying.

The Demonic Wind Wolf dispersed in all directions, slowly forming a semicircle, quickly running towards the direction of the Soaring Dragon, and immediately encircling it. Long Teng's face changed drastically as he cursed in his heart: "These beasts are really cunning."

In fact, although these wolves had been attracted by the aroma of Lian Na's barbecue, they had long since been used as scouts. It was just that at that time, the Soaring Dragon was still communicating with the Soaring Dragon. Didn't notice. This was also why he had been so careless when he had just entered the forest of magical beasts. This also showed the cunning of the wolves.

The low and hoarse howls of the Demonic Wind Wolves kept coming from all directions, and for a time, the whole forest seemed to be filled with these sounds. Qin Sheng's face was bitter as he looked around. In the dark forest, pairs of cold eyes could be seen from all directions. They continuously emitted a faint green light, causing people's hearts to turn cold!

Over a hundred Windfiends were approaching. The green eyes were chilling.

The dragon picked up the lily and placed it on a higher branch. She gently said to Lian Na: "Sister Lian Na, you stay here. "Don't ever come down here." Long Teng knew that he wouldn't be able to dodge, so he could only fight it out with the pack of wolves. Furthermore, he had died in the demonic wolf's mouth in his previous life, so he hated wolves from the bottom of his heart.

Lian Na's facial expression changed drastically. She knew that her young master was going to face those vicious wolves alone. Knowing that he could only cause trouble for the young master and distract him. His eyes were red and quickly covered by the fog. Ye Zichen nodded helplessly. In his heart, he really wanted to fight with the young master. But reason told him not to cause trouble for the young master.

When Long Teng saw Lian Na's red eyes, he naturally knew that she was worried for him. He comforted her, "Sister Lian Na, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

He quickly jumped down from the tree. Run away from Lina.

Long Teng knew that he had underestimated the Magic Beast Forest in the past. This was his first real battle in the Magic Beast Forest, and in the past, it was just a warm-up.

Now that the bloody battle was about to begin, a feeling of boiling blood rose in Long Teng's heart. Ever since the last time he had been robbed and killed, his persistence, warlike nature, and the will of the strong had been well integrated with that of the Soaring Dragon. That Jian Chen from before was no longer there. What he got in return was a brand-new Soaring Dragon. A fighting spirit, perseverance, a strong will, and a talent that could be combined with different cultivation techniques to form the Soaring Dragon.

The Soaring Dragon was looking forward to this battle. Ever since his rebirth, he had focused on his training, aside from battling some low-level magical beasts. He had almost no real combat experience. Right now, he had a chance in front of him, and that was why he came to the Magic Beast Forest. After all, actual combat was his weakness. Only actual combat could allow one to grow in the right direction.

Long Teng withdrew his slightly excited mood and slowly entered. Battle mode. Surrounding the blood-thirsty and battle-loving dragon, an aura that made one's heart palpitate like a wild beast slowly rose. His hand tightly gripped the heavy sword. Ready to attack.

His bloodthirsty eyes swept across the Wind Demon Wolves that were already by his side. It seemed that the pack of wolves were already waiting for him, especially those pair of eyes. That kind of gaze made the pack of wolves furious. A deep growl resounded, and pairs of long, narrow, cold, and bloodthirsty green eyes stared fixedly at the same Soaring Dragon. His eyes were filled with a sinister killing intent and ferocity.

The wolf pack could also feel the bloodlust on the body of the dragon, as if they were their companions. The wolves caused a commotion, a circular formation, and a neat formation that caused a slight chaos. Suddenly, the howls of the wolves seemed to have found their leader. They calmed down and reorganized their formation. When Long Teng looked up, he only saw an individual that was bigger than the pack of wolves. Not far away, on a protruding rock, he raised his head and howled. This was the Wolf King of this pack of wolves.

The silver fur of the wolf king continuously flickered with a faint radiance. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it seemed to be circulating with a strange energy. His muscles were twisted and his body was majestic. His entire body seemed as if it had been forged by a piece of hard, refined iron. Its body was more than three meters tall and six meters tall. Its entire body radiated with a terrifying and fearsome might, exuding an extremely vicious and fiendish aura of blood! This head was slightly taller than the Soaring Dragon.

The Wolf King stared fixedly at the body of the Soaring Dragon, its dark green eyes constantly flashing with a cruel blood light. A pair of huge front palms scratched at the rocks beneath its feet, and wherever the sharp claws passed, the hard rocks would silently crack apart like tofu.

"Wuu wuu …" The Wolf King raised its head towards the full moon, using its unique voice to speak with an imposing tone. It spread out into the distance.

Long Teng knew that this was the Wolf King's command to attack this pack of Wind Demon Wolves.

The Soaring Dragon knew that the real battle was about to begin.