Douluo Continent: Heaven rewards diligence, Tang San's defenses are breached by liver damage.

The Observation Haki detected that two Nether Wolves were hiding in the shadows. One of them had at least six hundred years of cultivation, while the other had a thousand years of cultivation.

Chapter 17 Middle-aged Soul Master: Ah! Me?

"Tsk, things are worse than I thought!"

Lin Chuan glanced around furtively, muttering to himself softly.

Clearly, the others were completely unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. A Netherworld Wolf with over six hundred years of cultivation, plus a thousand-year-old Netherworld Wolf, was simply too deadly.

In particular, the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf's cultivation level is equivalent to that of a Soul Venerable.

Of all the Soul Masters present, only that three-ring Soul Master could probably contend with him.

Lin Chuan subconsciously looked at the middle-aged Soul Master. At this moment, he had already possessed a Martial Soul, which seemed to be a bear-type beast Martial Soul. However, the three Soul Rings that had appeared...

White, white, yellow.

Moreover, with only level 31 soul power, it is definitely no match for the Thousand-Year Netherworld Wolf.

Almost instantly, Lin Chuan had already judged the difference in strength between his side and the Netherworld Wolf Pack; he could only say that his luck was really bad.

"From now on, I can only rely on myself!"

Lin Chuan sighed softly.

The wolf pack was large, and it would be difficult for him to escape alone. Although the other Soul Masters were weaker, they could at least share a lot of the firepower.

If we can defeat the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf, this crisis may not be insurmountable.

Lin Chuan summoned his black short bow without making a sound.

He's just a lowly Soul Master, and even if he told anyone, no one would believe him. It might even affect morale, so it's better to keep it a secret for now.

From now on, we can only take it one step at a time.

"Ouch——"

With a roar, the pack of ghost wolves finally moved.

"Attack! Kill all these beasts!"

"Don't let them get near the carriage!"

The middle-aged Soul Master roared loudly and charged into the wolf pack first. The other Soul Masters were not to be outdone and, as they had agreed at the beginning, each had a clear division of labor.

Lin Chuan stood guard beside the caravan, bow in one hand and a machete in the other.

The pack of ghost wolves was enormous, a dense mass, and they charged almost simultaneously, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Ouch!"

One of the Nether Wolves leaped high into the air, opened its blood-red maw, and lunged at Lin Chuan.

"die!"

Lin Chuan's eyes narrowed, and he slashed down mercilessly with his wood-chopping knife.

It was just a ten-year-old Netherworld Wolf. Even if it was comparable to a Soul Master, it was no match for Lin Chuan. He easily beheaded it with a single strike.

After being refined, even a simple wood-chopping knife remains incredibly sharp.

The other mercenaries were also doing well. After the two hundred-year-old Nether Wolves were stopped, the remaining Nether Wolves, although numerous, were only a few decades old in terms of cultivation.

Even so, excluding Lin Chuan, the mercenaries protecting the caravan consisted of only two Great Soul Masters and one Soul Master, so the pressure was still considerable.

After all, killing each Netherwolf requires consuming a portion of your soul power.

As Lin Chuan had predicted, the Nether Wolves surged in like a tidal wave and eventually became unstoppable. Their defenses were gradually breached, and some of the Nether Wolves chose to bypass them and attack the ordinary people in the caravan.

"what!!!"

In an instant, screams rose and fell, many members of the caravan died in the jaws of the Nether Wolves, and the entire caravan was thrown into chaos.

"Evil beast, die!"

Realizing what was happening behind him, the middle-aged Soul Master's face turned ashen. He immediately stopped delaying and unleashed his full power.

"Third Soul Skill - Mighty Bear Paw!"

A yellow spirit ring suddenly lit up, and a giant bear paw smashed down towards the hundred-year-old Netherworld Wolf in front of it.

"Ouch——"

The Hundred-Year Nether Wolf did not dodge, but took the blow head-on, letting out a whimper, and biting the middle-aged Soul Master's calf with its mouth, unwilling to be outdone.

"You damned beast, let me go!"

The middle-aged Soul Master was in pain, clearly not expecting that the Netherworld Wolf in front of him could withstand his third Soul Skill and even bite his leg viciously.

What's the point of exchanging injuries for injuries like this?

However, the next moment, he understood completely.

"Ouch!"

With a sharp roar, a black shadow darted out, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and rushed towards the middle-aged Soul Master, accompanied by a strong wind.

"Damn it!"

Despite being a Soul Master, even though he was very weak, he still reacted immediately. However, his leg was bitten, and he had no time to dodge.

"call out--"

At the critical moment, another sound of wind breaking through the air arrived first.

The shadowy figure instantly abandoned its movement, evaded in mid-air, and created distance after landing.

Only then did everyone see the true face of the dark figure.

It was still a ghost wolf, nearly three meters long, with long, sharp claws and fangs that gleamed menacingly in the sunlight.

"Millennial Netherworld Wolf!"

The middle-aged Soul Master let out a startled cry, his face filled with terror.

"You're kidding me!" Upon hearing this, almost all the other Soul Masters showed the same expression, looking at the thousand-year-old Netherworld Wolf, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

He wanted to escape, but another hundred-year-old Netherwolf appeared from behind and blocked his way.

The caravan leader was pale, even showing signs of despair.

"How could this be? Why are there still thousand-year-old Netherwolves on the Immediate Plain? Doesn't the Barak Kingdom send Soul Masters to exterminate them every year?"

No one can answer this question.

"Woooooooo..."

The Thousand-Year Nether Wolf did not rush to attack. Instead, it stared at Lin Chuan with a fierce look on its face, growling in its throat, and its aura became increasingly ferocious.

"Did you avoid it?"

Lin Chuan frowned slightly as he looked at the arrow stuck in the left foreleg of the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf.

He was naturally able to detect the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf's sneak attack and also used others as bait to seize the opportunity to deliver the final blow.

Unexpectedly, I underestimated the thousand-year-old soul beast.

That arrow was aimed at the throat of the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf, and the movement was so subtle, yet it still managed to dodge it. Is this the danger perception of a soul beast?

"Tsk, I should have ignored the lives of others and used my soul skill directly!"

Lin Chuan couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

Of course, this is just talk.

If he had used the Explosive Arrow just now, even if he couldn't kill the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf, he could at least have seriously injured it. However, the middle-aged Soul Master might also have been affected. Lin Chuan could be ruthless to his enemies, but he couldn't hurt others at will.

Perhaps the ideological education in my previous life was too profound, so much so that it was etched into my bones, causing some changes, but still leaving behind a bottom line.

"But it's alright, one leg is enough!"

Looking at the bloodstains on the legs of the Thousand-Year Nether Wolf, Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was quite confident in his archery skills. Even if he didn't hit the throat, having his foreleg pierced would at least reduce his strength and speed by more than half.

Therefore, it's not that we can't fight.

"If you don't want to die, use all your strength. Hold off this thousand-year-old Netherwolf for now. I'll come back to help you after I've dealt with the two hundred-year-old Netherwolves for them."

Middle-aged Soul Master: "..."

Ah! Me?!

Chapter 18 Killing the Wolf

The middle-aged Soul Master looked utterly bewildered.