Actually, the One-Horned Wild Wolf was not very strong either, even if it was a high-rank leader, it only had the cultivation of the Postnatal Mid-Stage.
But the issue was, two hands are no match for four, and even a strong man cannot withstand being outnumbered!
Moreover, the wolf pack that Han Dazhuang and He Dong had attracted numbered over ten thousand. How could these two to three hundred Disciples of Hellfire possibly stand against them?
And so, right before Ye Haochuan's eyes, the Disciples of Hellfire in this mountain hollow were all torn to shreds by the claws of the One-Horned Wild Wolves, becoming the food in their bellies.
The entire process lasted for a full five minutes, after which only the howl of the leading wolf could be heard from the top of the hollow, and then the pack of wolves left with howling noises.
Gradually, the hollow regained its tranquility, the air filled with the scent of blood.