Chapter 740 – The Cruel and Disorderly Mountains (2/2)

Rocks were sent flying, the ground shook, and dust flew into the air. The wolf cavalry had once more appeared before them.

The wolf cavalry were the most terrifying of the demons' troops. Their mounts were a sort of blood-drinking wolf that lived on the snowy plains and had enormous bodies and fur like iron needles. They possessed amazing speed and ruthless temperaments.

With a spray of rocks, five wolf cavalry burst out of the dust and surrounded the fourteen human soldiers.

These bloodthirsty wolves were around a zhang high, and the demons mounted atop were horned, their bodies covered in scale armor, their eyes a gloomy green. Their mouths, which were shaped like '人', dripped with stinking saliva.

Compared to the demon nobles that lived in Xuelao City, these demon soldiers were much more ugly and much more terrifying.

This was the true appearance of lower-level demons, and this was what demons looked like to humans.

The lowest level of demon soldiers could still resist against a human that had succeeded in Purification, but these were not the lowest level. These were the elite wolf cavalry.

Surrounded by five wolf cavalry, there was no path of retreat. The human soldiers were filled with despair, but no one surrendered. Instead, they tightened their grip on their weapons.

In the war between the Human race and the Demon race, rarely were people captured, and rarely did people surrender. The reason for this was very simple: demons did not have a habit of accepting surrenders.

From a certain perspective, the natural ruthlessness of the Demon race was a benefit to the humans, because they did not need to worry about desertion or betrayal.

It was precisely for this reason that many people had found it impossible to believe that the Mount Li Sword Sect's Liang Xiaoxiao would collude with the demons.

The battle began and was very quickly decided.

Although this small squad of the Mount Song Army could be said to have perfectly demonstrated the results of their arduous training, attacking and defending with sublime coordination, they were still no match.

Violent waves of Qi spread out, permeated with the scent of blood. The hard rock of the mountains was scored by the claws of wolves.

The first exchange had lasted for a few seconds, and three human soldiers had died.

The demon soldiers had also paid a price, but it was only that one of them had their horn cut off.

The cold wind stirred up the dry snow and covered the scratches left by the wolf claws.

The demon who had had his horn cut off was furious. He let off a series of enraged howls, then lifted the human corpse in front of him with his spear.

With a rip, the corpse of this human soldier was torn in two.

Blood rained down.

The demon soldier grabbed the upper half of the corpse, brought it to his mouth, and slowly began to chew on it.

The lower half of the corpse did not fall to the ground, but instead was taken up in the mouth of his wolf mount.

Kakakaka. In the deathly stillness of the mountains, the only sound that could be heard was that of bones being gnawed apart.

Blood dripped from both the demon's mouth and his mount's, falling onto the ground.