Elven cultivators

The five battalions of divine soldiers moved slowly along the edge of the Blood Wolf Charge, like a constantly shifting five-colored curtain, intersecting and cutting through the tide of wolves.

The five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—rotated in an unpredictable manner, like five torrents intertwining to form an iron chain, trapping the blood wolf within.

Wuyin charged through the pack of blood wolves like a tiger among sheep, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Suddenly, it transformed into a diffuse gray mist that swept along the ground, engulfing more than ten blood wolves, whose flesh and bones shattered with muffled sounds.

Suddenly, a giant wolf phantom, over ten feet tall, materialized in the mist. It pounced, biting the spine of the leading blood wolf and sending it flying, smashing down four or five of its companions behind it.

Tearing and bone-breaking sounds kept emanating from the fog.

The twelve guardian deities were an enemy that the wolf pack could not possibly resist.

They didn't even form a formation, but instead scattered, transforming into twelve streaks of light that weaved through the wolf pack, each flash accompanied by the death of a blood wolf.

The three forces joined forces and managed to halt the wolf pack's charge.

Thousands of gold-tier magical creatures would be an extremely powerful fighting force on any battlefield.

But at this moment, they could not get even a step closer to the center of the battlefield.

Even with the combined efforts of the Five Battalions of Divine Soldiers, the Mist Shadows, and the Guardian Generals, the wolf pack's formation was constantly squeezed and thinned, resulting in increasingly heavy casualties.

The corpses were piled up in layers on the wasteland, turning the dry, grayish-brown soil mottled and dark red.

On the high slope, Casper and the wolf-blood generals watched this scene, their faces drained of color.

"Lord Casper, we can't wait any longer!" The veteran wolf-blood was the first to recover, gritting his teeth as he said, "The Blood Wolves won't last much longer. If we don't act now, we'll have no trump cards left to turn the tide!"

This sharp shout pulled Casper back from his shock.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his face contorted for a moment, and then suddenly drew the curved knife from his waist.

"Follow me!" he shouted, taking the lead as he leaped down the slope.

The wolf-blood generals exchanged glances, drew their weapons, and with a sharp, whistling sound, swept down the hillside, rushing toward the right side of the battlefield.

With the war having progressed to this point, they had no other choice.

The remaining Blood Wolves cannot be rescued without defeating those bizarre puppets and the gray wolf.

Without Blood Wolf, they have absolutely no chance of turning the tide in this battle.

However, things didn't go as planned. They had only covered less than a third of the distance when the air ahead suddenly became still.

Dozens of thorns burst from the ground, intertwining and coiling like pythons, forming a semi-circular barrier in front of them. At the same time, seven or eight figures descended from the sky and landed on the thorns.

The Grand Elder looked down at the charging wolf-blood generals, his tone calm and unwavering: "Your opponents are us."

Casper's face was grim. Without stopping, he swung his sword fiercely at the elves.

"Get out of here!"

At the same time, several generals behind him also rushed out, their blades and claws wrapped in various colors of light, pouring down on the elf in front of them like a storm.

The latter remained unfazed and fearlessly went to meet them.

The battle broke out immediately.

The Second Elder's figure moved like a gliding wind trail, his longsword wrapped in a thin layer of air currents, weaving and shifting through the enemy ranks, leaving behind shallow marks as thin as hair wherever the sword passed.

Cedric, on the other hand, created visible shockwaves around himself with every move he made, and his attacks carried a crushing, mountain-like force, forcing the three wolf-blood generals to defend themselves all by himself.

The three elders, Elena, and Darian also sought out their respective adversaries.

As for Roman, he had his eye on Casper, the wolf who was clearly the leader, from the very beginning.

The Thunderstrike Axe swung down, unleashing a dazzling arc of light that pierced the air, accompanied by a deep rumble of thunder.

The overwhelming power of thunder that spread out made Casper's expression change, and he immediately raised his scimitar to block it.

boom!

The two forces exploded at the point of impact, and Casper was thrown backward by the immense force. His boots plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and he only managed to regain his footing after retreating hundreds of meters.

"The Law of Lightning? No... the Law of Lightning isn't that domineering."

Casper was filled with doubt and unease, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the battle circles on both sides.

What he saw, however, took him by surprise.

Although the Silvermoon Clan's legendary warriors were fewer in number than their own, each one of them was capable of taking on two or even three opponents without being at a disadvantage.

The Silver Moon Clan has only been around for a little over a hundred years, so how did they manage to have so many veteran legends and even peak legends in terms of combat power?

Before he could figure it out, Roman's battle axe came crashing down like a shadow, the thunderous sound exploding in his ears, almost tearing his eardrums apart.

Casper had to look away and focus on the battle.

But he soon discovered that his opponent was equally formidable.

Accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, nine dazzling golden wheels suddenly lit up on Roman's back, lining up segment by segment along his spine, from the tailbone to the top of his head, each one shining and rotating in turn.

With each unfolding of the wheel-like shadow, fine arcs of lightning danced and leaped along her body, enveloping her entirely in a layer of interwoven silver and dark gold lightning.

Nine-Golden Meridian Thunder Body!

Casper's pupils contracted sharply.

At that moment, Roman's aura suddenly surged, and the oppressive feeling that erupted in that instant almost made him catch his breath.

When she darted out again, she was more than twice as fast as before. Wherever the axe blade passed, lightning condensed into a thin cut, tearing through the air with a sharp crack.

Casper had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.

But after only three or four rounds, the axe blade sliced ​​into his ribs from the side, shattering the armor plates and cutting into his flesh, almost cutting him in two.

At the last second, Casper barely managed to dodge, staggering backward.

However, Roman's offensive continued relentlessly, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Casper tried his best to block, but he got slower and slower.

Roman already possessed the strength of a seasoned legend, and her sparring with Solius in the Great Whirlpool Sea over the years had further enhanced her power.

Even against a legendary opponent at the peak, she felt confident she could put up a fight.

The wolf in front of them was clearly just a seasoned legend.

"Is this all you've got? How disappointing."

Roman sighed as he continued his fierce attack.

"You're nowhere near as good as Thorius."

Who is Thorius?

Casper was so frustrated he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

This guy in front of me is clearly an elf, but his fighting style is even more savage and ferocious than mine, a wolf.

If it weren't for the fact that appearance and aura are undeniable, he would have suspected that this guy was a female orc.

But he no longer had the chance to be angry.

The Thunderstrike Axe slashed diagonally from the side of his field of vision, the blade cutting into the side of his neck, and lightning surged in, scorching flesh and bone into charcoal.

Casper's last consciousness was frozen in a burst of electric arcs before he sank completely into darkness.

"Lord Casper!"

Upon seeing Casper's death, the remaining wolf-blood generals were all terrified.

They instinctively tightened their formation, trying to stabilize the situation.

Just then, a grayish-white mist swept across from the other side of the battlefield.

But it was shrouded in mist.

It abandoned the remaining blood wolves and instead pounced on the wolf-born generals.

On the other side, even without the presence of the Mist Shadow, the Guardian Generals and the Five Camps of Divine Soldiers still firmly suppressed the wolf pack.

The Blood Wolves suffered heavy casualties, and the once dense wolf pack visibly thinned out.

The silvery-gray mist surged violently, condensing in mid-air into a gigantic wolf-headed phantom. It opened its massive maw and, before the generals could even rearrange their formation, bit off the upper body of one of them.

The sound of bones cracking was dull and short. Before the wolf general could even scream, he was shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the fog.

The other two generals tried to create distance, but the fog spread so quickly that they were caught off guard.

Soon, they followed in their companions' footsteps.

In just three or four breaths, three people fell to the claws of the Hidden Mist.

This divine wolf, which was close to the level of a saint, fully revealed its terrifying power at this moment.

The veteran wolf-blooded general swung his sword, severing a wisp of gray mist that had wrapped around his shoulder. He took a few steps back, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield, his face ashen.

The destruction of the Blood Wolf Pack is a foregone conclusion.

The Wolf Fang Legion suffered repeated defeats, and their lines were on the verge of complete collapse.

The high-level combat force was also reduced by more than half in a short period of time.

The situation is completely beyond repair.

The veteran wolf-blooded general closed his eyes, suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted, "Retreat!"

The surviving wolf-blood generals had long lost their will to fight. Upon hearing this, they were like caged beasts finally freed, each turning back and retreating swiftly towards the edge of the northern wasteland.

After the Silvermoon Clan pursued and killed three more wolf-blood generals, the Grand Elder raised his hand and ordered a halt to the pursuit.

The enemy still has resources; there's no need to exterminate them completely.

If the enemy launches a desperate counterattack, they might suffer casualties.

In any case, this battle was already a victory for the Silvermoon Clan.

Looking at the other battlefields, the victors and vanquished have already been decided.

Of the wolf pack, only one in ten survived, and the remaining demon wolves were trapped by the twelve guardian deities in an array.

This was an order specifically given by the Grand Elder.

These magical creatures are powerful and of great research value. Capturing some and bringing them back to the animal park might allow us to improve and breed new, powerful spirit beasts.

On the main battlefield, the Wolf Fang Legion lost its will to fight due to the retreat of its generals and collapsed and fled.

The Silvermoon Clan's army pursued for over twenty kilometers, leaving countless corpses in their wake, until the sound of the retreat horn came from behind. Only then did they stop the pursuit, neatly withdraw, and turn back amidst billowing dust.

Thus, the war came to an end.

The vast battlefield was littered with corpses, broken armor pieces, and embers that had not yet been extinguished.

The soldiers of the Silvermoon Clan began to clean up the battlefield, collect the bodies of their fallen comrades, and escort the prisoners back to their camp in long strings.

As dusk settled in the distance, a grey-blue twilight descended from the edge of the plain.

The outcome of the war spread like wildfire throughout the eastern part of the continent at an astonishing speed.