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At dawn, the first rays of light appeared. The sunlight broke through the darkness, awakening the entire sleeping earth. It symbolized passing through suffering, experiencing the darkness, and finally seeing hope. Thus, people took dawn as the symbol of hope.

However, every time it was dawn, Mo Ang would wake up from his dreams. Sweat showed that he was not living a happy life in his dreams, and the mumbling of his thoughts told Mo Ang that he was not feeling well. After that, he would walk out of the village and look at the light in the sky in a daze.

Ever since he made the oath with Sha Ying, Mo Ang, who was supposed to be immersed in happiness, woke up from his dream every night. He didn't know what made him feel scared.

That day, after they parted ways, Sha Ying told Mo Ang that her father, also known as the Chief of the Wolf Tribe, had arranged for her to go somewhere else to take care of the remaining young demons. At the same time, she also wanted to prevent internal strife, saying that this was also a great contribution that her father had secretly made for her.

Mo Ang was also a fool. He was still immersed in the happiness he had just shown and probably didn't think too much into it. Thinking that this was a good thing, he nodded and said, "Alright!"

I could tell it was a lie. Of course, since Grandpa Sun told me this story, I knew it was a lie too, but as long as Mo Ang didn't know, even if the whole world knew, so what?

After that, Mo Ang did not see Sha Ying for a few days. Perhaps he was not an idiot, but his mind had been clouded by the happiness of that time. At this moment, he slowly recalled that something was wrong, and began to worry day and night.

Mo Ang was frustrated. Every day at dawn, he would go to the wilderness and practice the Eighteen Coiling Dragon Knives over and over again under the heavy snow. It was as if he didn't know when or how tired he was.

I once saw him kneeling on the peak of Howling Wolf Mountain with his hands clasped around the safety knot around his neck in a pious gesture, muttering over and over again, praying to Sha Ying that nothing would happen to him.

For the past few days, I didn't see any friends in Mo Ang. Every day, he would train by himself, returning to the village and his own cabin, as if there was nothing else in his life other than Sha Ying.

I didn't know why he was so isolated, why the Wolves were a united race, why they were like this to him alone, or just because he liked being alone.

The war was getting closer and closer. Eventually, the war began. The war was a war between the Immortals and the Demons!

Hundreds of thousands of wolves were gathered at Howling Wolf Mountain, and Mo Ang was among them. However, he did not fight like the other people around him, but instead, the worry in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps, the entire Demon race and the entire world was not worth paying a price in his eyes.

The leader of the wolf clan, also known as the chief, was a slightly old man wearing a black jacket. His messy white hair looked somewhat desolate, but his green eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty and sinister light.

"It's been eight million years, but the fourth war between Immortals and Demons is finally about to begin. Have you all enjoyed these eight million years? "How many members of your clan have died during this severe winter?"

The Patriarch's dignified gaze swept across the crowd. A trace of indignation appeared on the faces of many people. Perhaps they were thinking about the desolation of the Southern Kingdom, or perhaps they were thinking about the clansmen who were unable to endure the harsh winter.

"We've waited for eight million years, and this time we, the wolf clan, have received the Demon King's call to pay with our entire clan's strength to seize the northern region, to stop our demon clan's disciples from guarding the barren Southern Kingdom's territory, to no longer endure the summer and winter heat, to no longer suffer the plague because of this sparse amount of spirit energy. We'll no longer be helpless as we watch our fellow clan members leave!"

"Are your claws sharp? Do you think your fangs will nourish the cold? Is your blood boiling? Is your heart ready to kill? "

There was no answer, and they were all silent. After a moment, several hundred thousand wolves changed their form at the same time. They faced the sky and roared, "Ao!"

His voice resounded through the skies and reverberated throughout this vast space, causing those who heard it to feel a chill in their bones. Indeed, hundreds of thousands of demonic wolves that were at least equivalent to the Psionic Core realm, who would not fear them?

"Good!" There is no one in the wolf clan who is afraid of death! Even if I die, even if I am to be consigned to eternal damnation, I will fight, kill, and gain a bright future for the happiness of my children and grandchildren! "

"Aooo!"

Another howl of a wolf, full of determination, full of hope for the future!

"Our Wolf Tribe belongs to the left wing. In order to raid the tribe, we must take advantage of the battle between the two armies to quickly break through the 56th to 58th level of the Dao. This time, I and several elders will lead you and the rest.

"When the sun sets, it will be time for the battle. Children, kill! We must kill to our heart's content!"

"Aooo!"

There were still about two hours before the battle, and all the wolf clans were preparing their own belongings. The lack of medicinal pills here was due to the fact that the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was extremely sparse, including the spiritual herbs and spiritual herbs. People of the Wolf Tribe rarely use spirit artifacts. Although their swords and sabers are sharp, I can see that they are spiritless and only of good quality. Perhaps they don't have the ability to make spirit artifacts, or perhaps they feel that their bodies are the most powerful weapon.

Mo Ang did not prepare anything, nor did he sharpen his sharp claws. Instead, he carried his long sword and walked towards the mountain top where the chief was.

"Patriarch!"

"What is it?" The clan leader was not surprised, as if Mo Ang's arrival was within his expectations.

"Patriarch, where's Sha Ying?"

Patriarch indifferently replied: "She has other important things to do."

"What mission?" Is it dangerous? " Mo Ang became anxious and his eyes revealed a trace of worry.

"Mo Ang!" The patriarch suddenly opened his eyes as his entire body emitted an icy cold deterrence. He coldly looked at the patriarch, "A great war is coming, not a time for the love of our children! "She is my daughter, so she has to be worthy of her identity!"

He did not even blink his eyes as he said in a stern voice, "Clan Leader, I know she is your daughter, but she has only stepped into the Core Formation stage for a hundred years and has not even formed a single Pill Mark. She does not have any means to protect herself in this war, do you want her to die by sending her into this fight?"

"Humph!" With a cold snort, Sha Feng's aura suddenly changed into a wave of killing intent, charging straight towards Mo Ang! Under the strong suppressive force, Mo Ang fell to his knees with a 'bang'. His entire body was trembling, but he still managed to lift up one of his legs from the ground with a single strike. He kneeled down on one knee and stared at Sha Feng with an unyielding gaze.

Sha Feng was furious. He stared at Mo Ang who did not flinch for a moment and spoke with dignity, "I am the chief of the wolf clan, and my daughter, if she does not pass the test of killing, is not worthy to be my daughter. I'd rather die on the battlefield than have her hide behind a wolf pack! If you really like her, then let her establish her own merits. This battle is related to the entire demon clan, and in the face of justice, she must sacrifice everything for the sake of her identity as a demon! "

Mo Ang was sweating but there was no fear on his face. He said word by word with red eyes, "Sha Feng, you are selfish!"

"How dare you!"

Sha Feng stood up abruptly and shouted angrily. The pressure instantly increased by several times. Green smoke curled up from his body and spread within a radius of ten feet.

"Pfft!"

Mo Ang spat out a mouthful of blood. His hands that tightly gripped the long sword turned white, but his unyielding eyes expressed the anger in his heart.

The surrounding people had long since sensed the commotion in this place. However, they did not dare to go forward and disturb Sha Feng when they saw how furious he was.

"Chief, forget it, our family has received a lot of contributions from Mo Ang's ancestors, please spare him this once." An old man from the wolf clan sighed.

"Hmph, Mo Ang, if you have anger, release it onto the battlefield. Sha Ying is my daughter, don't you think I would feel heartache? But we are of the Demon race, and were born to be Demons.

"Let's go!" The old man held Mo Ang back and brought him away from the place, his heart filled with dissatisfaction.

"Mo Ang, I watched that little girl, Sha Ying, grow up. Sha Feng was a little too strict this time, but he only sent Sha Ying as a spy for the wolf tribe. "You also know that Sha Ying's sense of smell is famous in the family. Once something happens, she can still hide." The old man was also a bit worried, but he still couldn't calm down.

"Uncle Gu, you are an elder. Why didn't you plead for her?"

"Me?" The old man smiled bitterly, "Sha Feng did it for the sake of the Demonic Clan. I am an outsider, how can you say that?"

"Ying …" Mo Ang felt extremely pained, but he could only give up. His eyes became firmer, "Ying, I promised you that I will protect you for your entire life. Wait for me, I'll be here soon …"

Perhaps Mo Ang also noticed that when Sha Ying said that she was afraid, she even said something that sounded like a dying word. Perhaps she was a sharp person and had already sensed the danger, but she could not escape because she knew the punishment of a deserter.

What a deserter could endure was not physical pain, but psychological pressure. Everyone's criticism, rolling their eyes, curses, this feeling was as if they had been abandoned and no longer fit into this world. At that time, perhaps death would be the best relief.

Mo Ang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and wiped the blade alone. He knew that only by tightly holding the blade could he protect the person he loved.

As the sun set, hundreds of thousands of wolves marched out in a formidable array. The dark night belonged to the wolves, especially the pack of fierce wolves that were not afraid of death and brimming with battle intent! In the dark night, the green gaze was as deep as the nine hells. It was breathtaking, and wherever it passed, all beasts would be silent.

Their goal in coming this time is to leave with a massacre and return back wrapped in fresh blood …