The wolves circled the group with low snarls, their glowing eyes filled with hunger and cunning.
Han Yu gripped his halberd tightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The scent of blood and burnt grass thickened in the air, each breath filled with the metallic tang of violence.
Wu Shuan's sword flashed like lightning, slashing through the shoulder of the nearest wolf. The creature yelped and stumbled back, only to meet Han Yu's halberd as he spun in from the side.
SHING
The blade tore through its neck in one clean motion, a streak of crimson spraying across the forest floor.
The disciples moved with discipline, their formation holding firm even amid the chaos.
SHUA
Luo Ruyan drew a talisman and flicked her wrist, releasing a wave of searing flame that swept across the clearing. The second wolf leapt aside, but not quickly enough, its fur caught fire, and it thrashed wildly before Wu Shuan drove his sword through its ribs.
