Chapter 137 Mixed Doubles

Chapter 137 Mixed Doubles

With the shattering of the pale white bone flute, the curse that controlled the wolf pack was finally broken.

"Awoo?"

"Waaah..."

The wolf pack, which had been fearless with its bloodshot eyes, suddenly stopped moving in unison.

They shook their enormous heads, emitting confused and painful whimpers.

The mania forcibly stimulated by drugs and sound waves is receding, replaced by the instinct of wild beasts to seek advantage and avoid harm.

They looked at the man in front of them, shrouded in black, who had just killed their "master" with a single sword stroke, and fear finally showed in their eyes.

For the remnants of the Northern Rong army who had been hiding behind the wolves, waiting to reap the benefits, this was the beginning of a nightmare.

"W-What's going on? Why did the wolves stop?"

"Go! Bit him to death!"

The Northern Rong soldiers brandished their scimitars, trying to drive the wolf pack away and continue their attack.

Just then, Tang Li, who had been watching from the sidelines, took a deep breath and stopped hiding her presence.

She took a step forward, her snow-covered cloak billowing in the wind.

Faced with a large number of giant wolves still in a state of chaos, Tang Li did not use the bone whistle or food as a lure.

She directly mobilized the mental pressure of the "Lord of All Beasts" in her mind, and like a heavy hammer, she smashed it hard into the depths of the wolf pack's consciousness!

【roll! ! ! 】

There is only one word.

Simple and brutal, yet it carries an unyielding authority.

This mental command exploded in the minds of every wolf like a thunderclap.

The wolf pack, already weakened by the fading effects of the medicine, was instantly terrified by the overwhelming pressure emanating from the soul.

They tucked their tails between their legs and let out mournful cries.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Li's eyes turned cold as she swept her gaze over the still-shouting Northern Rong soldiers, and issued a second order:

Those who block the way, kill!

Since you enjoy using wolves to kill people, then try to taste what it's like to be devoured by wolves!

"Awooo—!!!"

With permission from the "new king," the wolf pack's suppressed ferocity instantly found an outlet.

They dared not attack Pei Yunjing and Tang Li, so they all turned their heads and aimed their pair of eerie green eyes at the Northern Rong soldiers behind them.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

"Ah—! Help!"

Screams erupted instantly.

The wolf pack retaliated like a tidal wave, their sharp fangs tearing open the throats of their former "allies."

The Northern Rong's formation collapsed instantly, plunging them into a hellish melee between humans and beasts.

And at the heart of this chaos.

Pei Yunjing slowly walked towards the ancient tree.

He reached out and grasped the "Delusion-Slaying" sword that was still nailed to the beast tamer's corpse.

"Pfft."

The longsword was drawn, spraying out a spray of warm blood.

Pei Yunjing performed a beautiful sword flourish, flicking away the blood droplets from the blade.

As the noise in his ears disappeared, the calm, precise, and ruthless god of war returned completely.

He turned around and glanced at Tang Li, who was directing the wolf pack in the distance.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment in mid-air.

She was in charge of managing the situation and clearing out the smaller fry.

He was in charge of harvesting and eradicating the weeds.

"kill."

Pei Yunjing's figure blurred, and he transformed into a black phantom, rushing into the chaotic army.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sword light was as white as snow, so fast that the moves were impossible to see.

Pei Yunjing was like a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep, leisurely reaping lives one by one.

The Northern Rong soldiers completely collapsed.

Ahead, wolves tear at them; behind, a killer god seeks their life.

Their proud wolf riders and their trusted beast tamers were nothing but a joke in front of the terrifying couple, Da Sheng!

"Devils! They are devils!"

"Run! Run!"

The few remaining Northern Rong soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, crying out as they tried to flee back into the depths of the snowstorm.

However, how could Pei Yunjing possibly give them that opportunity?

"Trying to run?"

He sneered, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body soared into the air.

The longsword flew from his hand, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and instantly pierced the back of the centurion who had run the furthest!

"Bang!"

The last body fell.

The wind and snow continued to blow, but the battle in Windward Valley was completely over.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the Northern Rong people, their blood staining the thick snow.

The wolves, having lost their target, whimpered and slowly retreated under Tang Li's oppressive presence, disappearing into the vast depths of the forest, never daring to look back.

In the world, only two people remained standing.

Pei Yunjing walked up to Tang Li. He was covered in blood, his black robe was covered in ice shards, but his phoenix eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Tang Li looked at him. Although her face was a little pale (due to mental exhaustion), she had a bright smile on her lips.

"Good teamwork?" She raised an eyebrow.

Pei Yunjing reached out and gently rubbed her cheek with his blood-stained fingertips, his voice low and pleasant:

"Very good."