Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Chapter 141: Bloody Battle with the Bloodthirsty Wolf Pack

At this time, the bloodthirsty demon wolves let out deafening roars, as if they were going to tear the entire sky apart.

Then, they shouted loudly and moved even faster, sweeping towards the bandits like a black whirlwind. The terrifying momentum was really frightening.

Now the bandits were all on high alert, their eyes full of vigilance, carefully staring at the pack of demon wolves that were getting closer and closer.

The boss's gaze was as sharp as a torch. The few meters remaining seemed to stretch out in his eyes, and every step he took seemed to weigh heavily on the hearts of the people. He shouted at the charging demon wolves, "Come on, I will show you, you beasts, the power of the Blood Knife King."

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing across the land, as if to intimidate the ferocity of the demon wolves.

Then, he ran towards the pack of demon wolves without hesitation. His speed was as fast as a flash of lightning across the sky. It was obvious that his speed was no less than that of the Blood Knife King.

When the demon wolf pounced towards him with its fangs and claws bared, he suddenly raised the big knife in his hand and swung his arm vigorously. The big knife drew a dazzling arc in the air and chopped down horizontally with the precision of lightning. With a "click", the demon wolf was split into two halves, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

However, just as he turned around to attack again, another demon wolf cunningly circled behind him and pounced on him when he was not prepared.

The Blood Knife King reacted extremely quickly, dodging the fatal attack with a flash of his body. However, the sharp claws of the demon wolf still left several deep bloody marks on his shoulders, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

But he did not retreat at all. He roared and swung his knife again. This knife was so powerful that it hit the wolf's abdomen directly. The wolf let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, struggling constantly.

Seeing their boss kill a magic wolf in an instant, the other brothers felt an unprecedented courage and strength in their hearts. Seeing this scene, they instantly burst into earth-shaking shouts, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards the pack of magic wolves in front of them like a group of angry beasts.

The demon wolves were also enraged. They roared, bared their sharp teeth, and started a fierce melee with the bandits.

In that instant, swords flashed and shadows clashed, blood and screams mingled. The battle was extremely brutal, and both sides paid a heavy price. But the bandits did not fear. They worked closely together, relying on their tenacious will and fearless courage, and fought a desperate battle with the demon wolves...

When facing the threat of death, these bandits were like a group of enraged beasts. They became braver and braver as the battle went on, and their ruthlessness gradually gave them the upper hand.

The Blood Knife King was like a demon descended to the earth, constantly waving the big knife that was flashing with cold light. Every knife seemed to carry a sharp momentum that could tear the sky and the earth apart. The fierce aura made the demon wolves terrified and they did not dare to approach easily.

However, the magic wolves would never accept defeat. Relying on their numerical advantage and flexibility, they continuously besieged the bandits like a tide, and now they are in an absolute stalemate.

In this fierce battle that seemed to be able to set the sky on fire, the third in command of the bandits was unfortunately bitten by the sharp teeth of the magic wolf. His body suddenly fell backwards and instantly fell into the pool of bright red blood.

"Third brother!" The Blood Knife King looked at the third in command who had fallen beside him and let out an earth-shaking roar, like rolling thunder exploding on the battlefield. Flames of anger shot out of his eyes, and he rushed towards the injured third in command who had fallen to the ground as if he was stepping on a whirlwind of fire.

He raised the sword high, and the blade drew a dazzling arc in the air, as if it could cut through all obstacles, forcing the nearby demon wolves to retreat again and again.

Then, he bent down without hesitation and picked up the injured third in command, and retreated quickly at lightning speed, fearing that the demon wolves would take the opportunity to attack again.

"Take good care of him!" The Blood Knife King solemnly and eagerly handed the third in command to his companions behind him, his tone revealing unquestionable firmness.

As he turned around, his originally resolute figure became cold and ruthless again, as if he had turned into a sharp blade, and turned around to throw himself into the cruel battle again.

At this moment, there was only determination and murderous intent in his eyes. The murderous intent was so strong that it seemed to freeze the air around him into ice. It was as if he had only one belief in his heart, which was to kill all the demon wolves that dared to hurt them and avenge his dead brothers.

The Blood Knife King charged into the wolf pack like lightning, his sword whirling in the air, splashing blood. His swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, each strike imbued with boundless power, leaving the demonic wolves with no chance of resistance.

Behind the Blood Knife King, those bandits who usually looked ferocious seemed to be instantly injected with a strange power, like ignited flames, and they fought back like tigers.

There was a crazy light flashing in their eyes, and the weapons in their hands drew sharp arcs in the air, and they started a thrilling life-and-death battle with the savage demon wolves.

The blood from this battle was like bright dye, quickly and wantonly dyeing the vast land red. The shocking red seemed to tell the cruelty and intensity of the battle.

The shouts and cries of killing were earth-shaking, like rolling thunder, resounding through the clouds, as if to shatter the entire sky.

At this moment, the battle has entered its most intense stage. Both sides seem to be caught in a crazy fight. On one side, the bandits are charging forward fearlessly, and on the other side, the magic wolves are struggling and counterattacking desperately. There are fewer and fewer figures on both sides, and the battle situation is becoming more and more stalemate.

If it weren't for those clever bandits who quickly fired a dense rain of arrows and accurately eliminated more than a dozen ferocious demon wolves, this fierce battle would probably have ended long ago.

Originally, there were more than thirty bloodthirsty wolves in the huge pack, but under the sudden volley of arrows, their numbers dropped sharply, leaving only less than twenty.

On the other hand, these bandits already numbered more than twenty people. In terms of numbers, this group of magic wolves was not at a disadvantage from the beginning.

Moreover, the Blood Knife King's powerful strength was fully demonstrated at this moment. He stood in the center of the battlefield like a demon god. Every move he made was deadly, causing the bloodthirsty demon wolves to gradually be at a disadvantage.

As the battle continued, the number of demon wolves began to decrease at an alarming rate. Soon, these once terrifying demon wolves were killed and there were only a few left.

After all, the greatest advantage of these demonic wolves is their sheer numbers. As long as they work together in perfect harmony, even the strongest masters will find it difficult to resist. Unfortunately, today they happened to encounter a group of bandits who outnumbered them and were equally fearless and brave. Perhaps this was fate.

After who knows how long, this arduous battle finally ended. Besides the corpses of the demon wolves, the bodies of their own men also lay scattered on the ground, their blood mingling and staining the land red. The bandits were exhausted, but their eyes gleamed with the light of victory.

The Blood Knife King stood in the pool of blood of the bloodthirsty demon wolf, breathing heavily, holding a bloodstained broadsword, looking majestic. He looked around at his remaining subordinates, and a feeling of heroism surged in his heart.

"Hahaha, brothers, we won!" He shouted loudly, and his voice echoed across the land.

The remaining bandits cheered and celebrated this hard-fought victory, but unfortunately they also suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that not far from where they were fighting, there was someone staring at them in the bushes.