The remaining wolves, seeing their leader obliterated into a fine mist, were thrown into disarray.
Their formation crumbled.
And one by one, they fell.
Within minutes, the battlefield fell eerily silent.
Though the group sustained a few injuries, none were life-threatening. Scratches, bruises, and some torn sleeves — nothing they couldn't handle.
They slowly regrouped near what remained of the big grey wolf.
Or rather — what didn't remain.
There was no corpse. No blood. Not even bones. Just empty space and lingering dread.
"S-Senior Sister… y-you're terrifying — I mean, strong," said Yu Xueqing, still wide-eyed from the spectacle.
The others shared the same thought.
If the fight could be ended so easily… what had they been struggling for?
The realization left a bitter taste in their mouths. They had bled, bruised, and really roared from the bottom of their hearts — and then watched someone else wrap it up in a single stroke.
