140: White Wolf Pack

With Han Fei's current status and position, entering the Dragon Spine Great Wall's mess hall was naturally not an issue.

Although deep down, he only wished to quietly set up his small stall in an inconspicuous corner of the mess hall, complete his task silently, and then leave as silently as the wind.

However, given his extraordinary background, the high-level decision-makers of the Dragon Army dared not show any neglect, specifically assigning a B-Rank Expert of unfathomable strength to guard him secretly, like an inseparable shadow.

Upon arriving at the army mess hall, Han Fei immediately noticed that the atmosphere was off.

He scanned his surroundings.

This place, which should have been a spot for soldiers to relax, was instead filled with a heavy, oppressive air.

Inside the mess hall, the long tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and although every seat was taken, it was unusually quiet, almost to the point where a pin drop could be heard.

The soldiers lowered their heads, rapidly and mechanically shoveling food into their mouths; their faces, devoid of their usual casual banter, were instead etched with solemnity and sorrow.

Some soldiers still had uncleaned bloodstains on their armor, remnants of their recent return from the brink of death, not yet fully shed of the battlefield's traces.

Occasionally, hushed conversations from neighboring soldiers drifted into Han Fei's ears, fragmented words revealing worries about the front-line situation and fear of an unknown fate: "...the front-line situation...heavy casualties...urgent need for support..."

Han Fei's brows furrowed slightly; he was not entirely unaware of the severe war situation, but the almost palpable heavy atmosphere in the mess hall still exceeded his expectations.

He slowly walked towards his special food truck, secretly hoping his appearance wouldn't draw too much attention, but the unique design and ingenious decoration of the food truck inevitably attracted curious glances from many soldiers.

At the table opposite him, a young soldier with a blood-stained face was staring at him, his eyes filled with confusion.

Han Fei nodded slightly at him, a form of greeting.

Just as everything seemed about to return to calm, a sudden roar ripped through the sky, rolling in from afar, shaking the very floor tiles of the entire mess hall.

All the soldiers who were eating instantly ceased all movement, as if driven by an invisible command, straightening their backs and sharply turning their gaze towards the source of the loud noise.

After a few seconds of silence, the mess hall's broadcast System suddenly activated, and a steady, powerful voice pierced the air, reaching everyone's ears: "Emergency notice, all units please pay attention, all units please pay attention, large-scale invasion by White Wolf packs! Repeat, large-scale invasion by White Wolf packs!"

This news was like a bomb, detonating in the already tense air, instantly solidifying the atmosphere in the mess hall.

The next moment, wave after wave of continuous wolf howls, like ancient war songs, pierced through the cold night wind, subtly infiltrating Han Fei's keen hearing, stirring his deep-seated curiosity and vigilance.

Out of curiosity, Han Fei used Super-Tier Magic to observe the situation outside the Great Wall.

Immediately, Han Fei's eyes widened in shock, and an indescribable tremor surged within his heart. The scene before him was enough to move even the most seasoned Expert.

At the foot of the Great Wall, it was as if the field was covered in fresh winter snow, but it wasn't snow; it was tens of thousands of gigantic, snow-white wolf beasts, like specters awakened by the winter night, converging into an unstoppable torrent, surging forward.

The sheer number of this massive wolf pack was so great that the dust they kicked up and the howling wind intertwined, almost obscuring the stars in the sky.

The fur of each White Wolf shimmered with the cold, silvery glow characteristic of moonlight; their immense size far surpassed that of ordinary beasts, their limbs strong and powerful, their claws sharp as forged steel, each landing seemingly capable of leaving deep marks on the hard ground.

And when they bared their mouths, revealing rows of extremely sharp teeth, reflecting a chilling glint in the clear moonlight, they seemed capable of easily tearing apart everything in the world.

The scale of this White Wolf army was far beyond imagination; even battle-hardened veterans could not help but feel fear at this sight.

Above the Great Wall, the defending warriors felt unprecedented pressure; their eyes showed both determination and an undeniable hint of unease.

At this critical moment, the female Cultivator Bai Yue, in the Nascent Soul Stage, stood like an ice-sculpted goddess of war on the peak of the Great Wall, cold and aloof.

The moonlight cast upon her pure and ethereal face added a touch of otherworldly aura.

She held a long sword emanating a faint spiritual glow, its tip pointing directly at the sky, as if capable of severing all evil.

Behind her, numerous Cultivators stood ready, some solemn, some calm, each circulating their Cultivation Technique, condensing their cultivation into their fingertips, awaiting a single command to unleash their full power and resist this magnificent beast tide.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!" Bai Yue's voice, though soft, carried an undeniable resolve, clearly reaching every Cultivator's ear and instantly igniting their determination to fight together against the common enemy.

As Bai Yue's command was issued, a busy yet orderly scene unfolded on the Great Wall.

Various Formations were rapidly activated, and colorful lights intertwined to form luminous nets, enveloping the Great Wall and creating impregnable barriers.

Bai Yue's Cultivators, each possessing unique skills, either used Talismanic Incantations to harness the power of heaven and earth or transformed True Qi into various wondrous Divine Abilities, cooperating seamlessly to construct layer upon layer of impenetrable defenses, vowing to keep the surging White Wolf army at bay.

Among them, the most striking was a middle-aged Cultivator dressed in a green robe.

He suddenly soared into the air, his figure light as a feather, yet carrying an undeniable majesty.

As he ascended, the surrounding air seemed to tremble, and his magical power surged within him like a boiling river.

He then slowly clasped his hands, forming a complex and ancient hand seal, and chanted an ancient and mysterious incantation, each syllable imbued with the vast power of heaven and earth.

As the incantation gradually completed, an invisible energy ripple began to emanate around him, followed by a dazzling ring of light, like the rising sun, appearing beside him. The ring contained a warm and powerful glow, as if it were a gateway to another world.

This ring of light expanded at an astonishing speed, eventually transforming into a vast and boundless Domain of light. It stood before the Great Wall like an unbreakable shield of light, protecting a large area beneath it.

Within this luminous Domain, the armor of all allied forces seemed to shine with an extra luster, their defensive power significantly enhanced, and facing the impending storm, their eyes held a newfound resolve and composure.

Almost simultaneously, another Cultivator, clad in a dark robe, raised high a Talisman radiating a faint ancient aura. The Talisman was inscribed with a rolling thundercloud pattern, as if harboring the most violent power between heaven and earth.

With a gentle wave of his arm, the ancient Talisman transformed into countless streams of shimmering light, which intertwined in the air to form a massive net, silently enveloping the restless White Wolf army in the distance.

This was the legendary "Thunder Talisman"; once activated, it could summon thunder from the Nine Heavens, unleashing destructive divine punishment.

In an instant, the sky seemed to crack open, and lightning, like enraged Dragons, surged through it, accompanied by deafening roars, striking fiercely at the White Wolf pack.

In a flash, the entire night sky was illuminated; the dazzling light made every inch of the earth tremble. The White Wolves, caught off guard by this sudden divine wrath, appeared panicked and disoriented. Their howls rose and fell, mixed with fear and despair.

And beside Bai Yue, another Cultivator stood silently, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

With a gentle wave of his hands, as if conducting a silent symphony, a thin layer of frost immediately appeared on the ground. The frost spread at an astonishing speed, and in an instant, the previously solid earth transformed into a silver-clad battlefield.

Wherever the frost reached, even the air seemed to solidify, and the White Wolves' steps became heavy and slow. They stumbled forward on the icy surface, some even falling directly, their limbs sliding helplessly on the smooth ice, becoming easy targets for the Cultivators.

At the same time, several Cultivators skilled in the mysteries of fire, their robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by blazing fire elements, resembled gods of war emerged from purgatory.

They raised high Magical Artifacts imbued with ancient runes, rapidly chanting incantations—sequences of ancient, powerful secret words. As the last syllable fell, the fire elements in the air seemed to hear the summons, converging wildly, instantly transforming into leaping fireballs that, carrying an aura of destruction, streaked across the sky, heading straight for the White Wolf ranks.

The fireballs suddenly exploded in mid-air, unleashing dazzling light. Searing flames, like blooming red lotuses, mercilessly consumed everything around them.

The White Wolves' proud silver-white fur, before this irresistible force, quickly turned charred black, and a suffocating smell of burning permeated the air.

The White Wolves touched by the flames howled in agony, their bodies struggling and twisting in the raging inferno, eventually turning into wisps of smoke and vanishing into the night.

In this fierce battle, Bai Yue, like a pure and flawless Moon Goddess, stood calmly and elegantly in the center of the battlefield.

The long sword in her hand, named "Hao Yue," emitted a faint blue-white glow, like the purest moonlight, gentle yet concealing unparalleled sharpness.

As Bai Yue's figure danced gracefully, the Hao Yue sword seemed to come alive, tracing precise and deadly trajectories in the Void Realm. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a cool, clear sword light, which was as fast as lightning and incredibly sharp, easily cleaving the oncoming White Wolves in two, leaving behind a series of silver light trails, beautiful enough to be heart-stopping.

Bai Yue's movements were agile and elegant; she moved freely across the battlefield, each appearance signaling the arrival of death.

As time slowly passed, the White Wolf army gradually became overwhelmed under the Cultivators' endless powerful Divine Abilities.

Although these wild creatures were exceptionally fierce, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, they could only retreat continuously, leaving behind a trail of fallen bodies, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

However, even with heavy casualties, there was no hint of retreat in the White Wolves' eyes; their roars were filled with anger and unwillingness, like the most primal call of nature, challenging the Cultivators' limits.

Wave after wave of White Wolves surged from the rear, their eyes gleaming with an indomitable spirit, attempting to break through the Cultivators' solid defenses with their numerical advantage.

Among these White Wolves, there were many exotic beasts with special abilities.

Some White Wolves opened their mouths and spewed out bone-chilling cold Qi, which spread rapidly, and wherever it reached, even the air seemed to solidify, causing the Cultivators' movements to slow down, as if bound by invisible shackles.

Other White Wolves could emit deafening high-frequency sound waves, sharp and piercing, directly hitting the Cultivators' eardrums, disrupting their judgment and attack rhythm, causing temporary chaos in the previously orderly defense line.

Facing this extremely urgent situation, there was no hesitation in Bai Yue's eyes. She took a deep breath, her body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible force, and the dormant spiritual power within her was instantly awakened, surging forth like a spring tide, powerful and immense.

A faint silver glow appeared on the surface of her body, as if the Moon Goddess had descended to the mortal realm. Her extraordinary cultivation at the Nascent Soul Stage was displayed to its fullest at this moment, truly breathtaking.

She tightly gripped the ancient long sword in her hand, its blade glowing with a faint blue light. As her will condensed, the light grew even more dazzling, like a cold star breaking through the dawn.

Bai Yue's voice was clear and firm, piercing through the clamor of the battlefield, echoing long in the air: "All fellow Cultivators, concentrate your power, and launch a fatal strike with me!"

At her command, the Cultivators scattered across the battlefield seemed to receive a sacred summons. They quickly adjusted their Formation, converging into a formidable force. Divine Abilities of various attributes intertwined and collided in the air—gold, wood, water, fire, earth—colorful lights shone brilliantly, finally fusing into an incredibly thick beam of light, its power so immense that it seemed capable of tearing apart heaven and earth, aimed directly at the surging White Wolf army.

The beam of light streaked across the sky, descending with the force of a thunderbolt, illuminating the entire battlefield, radiating dazzling and brilliant light.

The White Wolves let out desperate and mournful howls in the face of this world-destroying power. Their bodies trembled and twisted under the impact of the light, eventually turning into nothingness. The entire army disintegrated rapidly like an avalanche, ceasing to exist.

As the last wolf howl faded, the white shadow symbolizing death and destruction on the battlefield slowly receded, replaced by the dawn of peace and tranquility.

The Guardians of the Great Wall began to clear the battlefield, repair damages, and check for casualties.

Bai Yue and her team of Cultivators stood on the peak of the Great Wall, gazing at the battlefield gradually returning to calm under the night sky, their expressions growing increasingly complex.