The twenty-four samurai were ultimately annihilated by those wolves. Blood was shed all over the desert, coloring the earth red. Although they were wiped out, they managed to hold back the wolves for ten minutes, and the wolves suffered significant casualties.
"Awoo..."
A Wolf King looked up at the sky, letting out a series of howls. In these howls, the whole desert felt desolate, with heaps of corpses piling up outside like a sea. Many people stood on the city wall, watching the man-wolf battle. At this moment, the wolves gathered in twos and threes, gnawing on the fallen Japanese samurai, while others dragged corpses aside.
"Awesome! Those shameless Japanese, now they've learned our power!"
Brother Meng said excitedly. He admired his leader's abilities tremendously.
Su Xuan furrowed his brows, gazing into the Great Desert, releasing a long sigh. Although everything seemed to have ended superficially, he clearly knew that things were not as simple as they appeared.
