Last Waves

CRACK!

The innate sword intent, which had been Xiao Ming's lifeline, lasted only a few breaths before it began to falter under the relentless assault of the Blood Wolves.

The cracks in its energy field widened, exposing its flaws and leaving Xiao Ming vulnerable to the shockwaves generated by the wolves' frenzied prancing.

The once-imposing aura of the sword intent flickered, its golden-silver glow dimming as the wolves closed in.

Xiao Ming's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the urgency of the situation. He could feel the weight of the Blood Wolves' bloodlust pressing down on him, their howls growing louder with every passing second.

BOOM!

Xiao Ming was sent flying, his body tossed wildly toward the edge of the Blood Wolves' territory. He landed hard, his robes drenched in cold blood, yet his expression remained calm and enigmatic.