A realm of despair! The winter wolf's final roar!

The darkness of the Wailing Canyon seemed eternal.

Cold and deathly silent, it could swallow all light and hope.

Ivan and his Winter Wolf Unit had been struggling in this darkness for too long.

So long that they had almost forgotten what color sunlight was.

Their Power Armor was the crystallization of North Bear Country's top technology, each set enough to withstand a direct missile bombardment.

The High-frequency Combat Knives in their hands could easily slice through tank armor.

They were the elite of the elite, iron Vicious Beasts walking on the battlefield.

But here, they were like giant bears trapped in a quagmire, possessing immense strength but nowhere to use it.

"Screech!"

Behind a Winter Wolf member, the shadows suddenly twisted.

A pitch-black claw reached out silently, accurately stabbing towards the energy interface at the back of his Power Armor's neck!

"Watch out!"

A nearby comrade roared, slashing out with a knife.

But it was too late.

The screen of that member's Power Armor dimmed instantly; his heavy body swayed and he knelt powerlessly on the ground.

The energy had been drained dry.

"Damn it! These ghost things!"

Ivan's eyes nearly split with rage as he kicked the Shadow Demon that had successfully ambushed his man away.

But more Shadow Demons surged from the shadows on all sides, like maggots on a bone, throwing themselves fearlessly at their small position.

These ordinary Shadow Demons, though not strong individually, were most disgusting for their ability to drain energy.

Whether it was the Power Armor's energy or the warriors' own blood and Qi, all were delicacies to them.

Being besieged by thousands of Shadow Demons was like being surrounded by countless blood-sucking leeches.

No matter how powerful a warrior, they would eventually be worn down to death.

Not to mention, there were still those three Lord-class Shadow Demons lurking in the shadows, yet to make a move.

Those were the true swords of death hanging over their heads!

Every time they tried to break out or their formation loosened, those three Lords would launch an attack.

Perhaps it was a silent Shadow Bolt.

Perhaps it was a dark Domain that could corrode the mind.

Each attack was precise and fatal, forcing them to shrink their defensive line and run themselves ragged.

This wasn't a battle at all.

This was toyed with!

A cruel game of cat and mouse.

"Captain..."

A young member's voice trembled slightly with Fear and exhaustion.

"Are we... really going to die here?"

Ivan turned back and glanced at him.

It was a lad who had graduated from the military academy only a few years ago, his face still holding a trace of boyishness.

This was his first time on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

He didn't expect it would also be his last.

Ivan was silent for a moment.

He reached out with his calloused hand, which wasn't covered by Power Armor, and patted the young member's shoulder heavily.

"Afraid?"

"...Yes."

The young member gritted his teeth and answered honestly.

"It's right to be afraid!"

Ivan grinned, revealing teeth stained red with blood, his smile ferocious and tragic.

"I'm scared too!"

"But! We are the Winter Wolves!"

"We men of North Bear Country, even if we die, we die standing! We must let the enemy know we aren't to be trifled with!"

He spun around suddenly, facing the dense demonic tide, and adjusted his combat knife's power to its limit.

Vrrr—

Crimson light flickered wildly on the blade, emitting an overburdened hum.

"Everyone who can still move! Listen to me!"

"We have no reinforcements!"

"Those bureaucrats at the Demon Suppressing Pass—by the time they finish their meeting, our bones will have rotted to dust!"

"The only ones we can rely on are ourselves!"

"Only the knives in our hands!"

His voice, through the Power Armor's loudspeaker, echoed across the small position, filled with solemnity and resolve.

"Remember our Winter Wolf oath!"

"Live to fight for North Bear! Die as a North Bear Soul!"

"Now, follow me..."

"Kill—!!!"

Ivan hadn't finished speaking.

Deep in the canyon, those three pairs of giant crimson eyes suddenly flickered in unison.

They seemed to have grown tired of this game.

"Hiss—"

A sharp hiss, one that seemed to pierce the Soul, resounded through the entire canyon.

That was the signal for the general offensive!

In an instant.

All the Shadow Demons that had been surrounding them without attacking became violent!

They no longer probed or ambushed.

Instead, they turned into black torrents, launching a final, devastating charge from all directions toward the Winter Wolf Unit's small position!

The scene was like a black tsunami, intent on completely swallowing the reef!

"It's over..."

The young member watched the overwhelming demonic tide, the color draining from his face.

Even if they all charged, they would only be torn to pieces instantly in the face of such an onslaught.

Ivan was also stunned.

He hadn't expected the enemy to suddenly launch a general offensive.

He gripped his combat knife tightly, preparing to meet the inevitable fate of being swallowed by the darkness.

He closed his eyes.

However.

The expected impact did not come.

The entire world seemed to suddenly fall quiet.

There were only faint "poof-poof" sounds, like rain hitting plantain leaves.

Ivan opened his eyes in confusion.

Then, he saw the most shocking and incredible scene of his life.

A golden light.

A golden light, pure and dazzling to the extreme, had appeared in front of their position at some unknown time.

The golden light was not piercing; instead, it carried a warm and divine aura.

It just floated there quietly, forming an insurmountable barrier.

Every Shadow Demon that lunged forward frantically, the moment they touched that golden light, was like snow cast into a raging fire—silently vaporized, evaporated! Completely erased!

Not even a trace of black smoke remained!

Thousands upon thousands of Shadow Demons, like moths to a flame, rushed toward the golden light and then vanished without a sound.

The black tsunami was actually stopped dead in its tracks by this seemingly thin curtain of light!

"This... this is..."

Ivan's mouth hung open, meaningless syllables escaping his throat.

All the Winter Wolf members behind him were also dumbfounded.

They looked at the golden curtain of light, and at the figure slowly walking out of the darkness behind it.

It was a young man dressed in black casual clothes.

His expression was as calm as an ancient well.

He just walked quietly, step by step, from the entrance of the canyon to the space before them.

Where he walked, the darkness receded.

The light upon him illuminated this abyss of despair.

Deep in the canyon, those three Lord-class Shadow Demons also let out uncertain roars.

They could feel that the young man contained a terrifying power sufficient to make even them tremble!

Ivan's gaze was fixed intently on the young man.

His brain was a complete blank.

Reinforcements?

No.

This wasn't reinforcements.

This was... a god descending!