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Suddenly, a bolt of deep-blue lightning tore open the clouds, so swift it made the heart quail.
The two Chu clan Cultivators flying at the rear of the formation had no time to evade and were ruthlessly struck by the lightning.
With a muffled groan, the Protective Spirit Light around them shattered at once, and their figures fell straight down like kites with broken strings.
"Awooo!"
On the ground, the Silver Wind Wolf King, long lying in wait, leapt up, seized one of the corpses in its jaws, its sharp teeth closing with an unending "crack" sound.
The other corpse was drowned beneath the surging wolf pack; in the blink of an eye they tore it apart and devoured it, leaving only a few torn scraps of cloth.
The Chu clan Cultivators' eyes all burned red, pain searing their chests, yet not a single one turned back.
They turned grief and rage into Spiritual Power, madly urging the Escape Light beneath their feet, rushing forward at full speed.
