C99 (1/2)

At dawn, the first rays of light appeared. The sunlight broke through the darkness, awakening the entire sleeping earth. It symbolized passing through suffering, experiencing the darkness, and finally seeing hope. Thus, people took dawn as the symbol of hope.

However, every time it was dawn, Mo Ang would wake up from his dreams. Sweat showed that he was not living a happy life in his dreams, and the mumbling of his thoughts told Mo Ang that he was not feeling well. After that, he would walk out of the village and look at the light in the sky in a daze.

Ever since he made the oath with Sha Ying, Mo Ang, who was supposed to be immersed in happiness, woke up from his dream every night. He didn't know what made him feel scared.

That day, after they parted ways, Sha Ying told Mo Ang that her father, also known as the Chief of the Wolf Tribe, had arranged for her to go somewhere else to take care of the remaining young demons. At the same time, she also wanted to prevent internal strife, saying that this was also a great contribution that her father had secretly made for her.

Mo Ang was also a fool. He was still immersed in the happiness he had just shown and probably didn't think too much into it. Thinking that this was a good thing, he nodded and said, ”Alright!”

I could tell it was a lie. Of course, since Grandpa Sun told me this story, I knew it was a lie too, but as long as Mo Ang didn't know, even if the whole world knew, so what?

After that, Mo Ang did not see Sha Ying for a few days. Perhaps he was not an idiot, but his mind had been clouded by the happiness of that time. At this moment, he slowly recalled that something was wrong, and began to worry day and night.

Mo Ang was frustrated. Every day at dawn, he would go to the wilderness and practice the Eighteen Coiling Dragon Knives over and over again under the heavy snow. It was as if he didn't know when or how tired he was.

I once saw him kneeling on the peak of Howling Wolf Mountain with his hands clasped around the safety knot around his neck in a pious gesture, muttering over and over again, praying to Sha Ying that nothing would happen to him.

For the past few days, I didn't see any friends in Mo Ang. Every day, he would train by himself, returning to the village and his own cabin, as if there was nothing else in his life other than Sha Ying.

I didn't know why he was so isolated, why the Wolves were a united race, why they were like this to him alone, or just because he liked being alone.

The war was getting closer and closer. Eventually, the war began. The war was a war between the Immortals and the Demons!

Hundreds of thousands of wolves were gathered at Howling Wolf Mountain, and Mo Ang was among them. However, he did not fight like the other people around him, but instead, the worry in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps, the entire Demon race and the entire world was not worth paying a price in his eyes.

The leader of the wolf clan, also known as the chief, was a slightly old man wearing a black jacket. His messy white hair looked somewhat desolate, but his green eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty and sinister light.

”It's been eight million years, but the fourth war between Immortals and Demons is finally about to begin. Have you all enjoyed these eight million years? ”How many members of your clan have died during this severe winter?”

The Patriarch's dignified gaze swept across the crowd. A trace of indignation appeared on the faces of many people. Perhaps they were thinking about the desolation of the Southern Kingdom, or perhaps they were thinking about the clansmen who were unable to endure the harsh winter.

”We've waited for eight million years, and this time we, the wolf clan, have received the Demon King's call to pay with our entire clan's strength to seize the northern region, to stop our demon clan's disciples from guarding the barren Southern Kingdom's territory, to no longer endure the summer and winter heat, to no longer suffer the plague because of this sparse amount of spirit energy. We'll no longer be helpless as we watch our fellow clan members leave!”

”Are your claws sharp? Do you think your fangs will nourish the cold? Is your blood boiling? Is your heart ready to kill? ”

There was no answer, and they were all silent. After a moment, several hundred thousand wolves changed their form at the same time. They faced the sky and roared, ”Ao!”

His voice resounded through the skies and reverberated throughout this vast space, causing those who heard it to feel a chill in their bones. Indeed, hundreds of thousands of demonic wolves that were at least equivalent to the Psionic Core realm, who would not fear them?

”Good!” There is no one in the wolf clan who is afraid of death! Even if I die, even if I am to be consigned to eternal damnation, I will fight, kill, and gain a bright future for the happiness of my children and grandchildren! ”

”Aooo!”

Another howl of a wolf, full of determination, full of hope for the future!

”Our Wolf Tribe belongs to the left wing. In order to raid the tribe, we must take advantage of the battle between the two armies to quickly break through the 56th to 58th level of the Dao. This time, I and several elders will lead you and the rest.

”When the sun sets, it will be time for the battle. Children, kill! We must kill to our heart's content!”

”Aooo!”

There were still about two hours before the battle, and all the wolf clans were preparing their own belongings. The lack of medicinal pills here was due to the fact that the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was extremely sparse, including the spiritual herbs and spiritual herbs. People of the Wolf Tribe rarely use spirit artifacts. Although their swords and sabers are sharp, I can see that they are spiritless and only of good quality. Perhaps they don't have the ability to make spirit artifacts, or perhaps they feel that their bodies are the most powerful weapon.

Mo Ang did not prepare anything, nor did he sharpen his sharp claws. Instead, he carried his long sword and walked towards the mountain top where the chief was.