Each time the blade fell, countless blood sprayed, and severed limbs and bodies were everywhere.
Various shrill screams came from the disciples of the two major forces.
The ground was stained with layers of thick corpses and blood, resembling a terrifying human purgatory.
The pungent smell of blood, even from afar, Zhang Xiaohao could smell it.
Under the stimulation of the bloody scent, countless pairs of cold, shining eyes emerged from the night, staring intently at the corpses and blood on the ground ahead.
"Woo woo..."
Suddenly, as a Wolf King two zhangs tall roared, it was like sounding a battle horn.
The surrounding wolf pack erupted with a terrifying ferocious aura, eyes red, exposing rows of sharp fangs, charging towards the abandoned factory.
Pitch black, there were over two thousand of them, possibly a massive wolf pack flowing out from the hundred thousand mountains.
