"Stop!!" Yang Ye spat out a single word.
Boom!!
At the very moment he spoke, the military formations instantly halted without hesitation. Even in their stillness, they remained as complete and precise as ever—triangular formations with spearmen on the outside and archers within.
"Triple-Layered Spear Formation, raise spears—kill!!" Yang Yanping followed up with another command.
Each Hidden-Edge Formation consisted of three ranks of spearmen. As the command was given, the first rank of spearmen knelt on one knee, spear tips angled upward and forward, their butts planted firmly into the ground. The second rank raised their spears and leaned forward, ready to thrust at any moment. The third rank stood staggered behind the second, prepared to offer support.
Dozens of long spears glittered with deadly cold light.
Every formation now resembled a hedgehog, bristling with deadly spikes. Archers had already drawn their bows, arrows aimed outward, their field of fire covering all possible directions.
Once these formations bared their fangs, they radiated a terrifying aura of slaughter.
A chilling killing intent spread throughout the battlefield. Every movement of the soldiers was precise, their discipline revealing the full extent of their martial spirit. As the massive wolves charged in from all sides, not a single person flinched.
The wolves surged like a tidal wave, but the military formations stood like indestructible reefs.
"What a fearsome Yang Family Army. Their ground combat power is incredibly strong. This formation hides its edge but is even more terrifying than a purely defensive one. The spears are their power—like porcupines, any enemy foolish enough to make contact will be skewered. This will be a brutal clash," Yi Tianxing murmured, shaking his head.
Even he couldn't help but admire how tenaciously the wolves clung to their grudge. Despite the fact that he had slain so many of them, they completely ignored him and were hell-bent on destroying Yang Family Village.
But the Yang Family Army was no easy prey.
During the Song Dynasty, horses were scarce, and the pastures that raised them were controlled by other kingdoms. This meant that Song's armies were primarily composed of infantry, with cavalry being a rare asset. As a result, their ground troops were exceptionally powerful—especially elite forces like the Yang Family Army.
"Fellow villagers! The wolves are coming—don't be afraid! Stand together! Even giant wolves can be slain!" someone shouted within the village.
Terrified yet unflinching, the villagers clutched whatever weapons they had at hand, eyes locked on the approaching wave of beasts.
Awooo!!
The wolf pack surged forward, crashing toward the military formations. Under the moonlight, their flesh gained an enhanced resilience, making them even more fearless.
They swung their claws toward the soldiers. With the sheer force behind each strike, a grown man could be sent flying upon impact.
"Kill!!"
The front-line spearmen remained motionless, their spears forming an unmoving wall. As soon as a wolf lunged forward, it would impale itself on a spear.
Behind them, the archers launched their assault the moment the wolves entered range. These archers were seasoned veterans with deadly aim. Having survived many battles, their accuracy had only improved. Now, in this moment of crisis, they were performing at their peak.
Arrows tore through the air with terrifying speed.
Yet the wolves' reactions were equally impressive. Even mid-leap, they could sense the arrows in flight and twist their bodies to dodge them. Some couldn't completely evade and turned to take the arrow in less vital areas. Their reflexes, speed, and physical toughness had all clearly increased.
The Moonhowl Wolf King's innate divine ability was terrifying. ★
Even so, some wolves were inevitably struck. The sheer volume of arrows was too much to avoid. Once hit, they were often brought down quickly by follow-up volleys. Each formation had at least dozens of archers firing in unison, creating a deadly storm of arrows. Wolves fell before even reaching their targets—wounded or dead.
Those that did manage to reach the formations were immediately greeted by a wall of spears.
The front row held firm, their spears like iron stakes. Wolves impaled themselves upon them. The second row lashed out actively, repeating one motion: thrust. Spear after spear stabbed forward.
The wolves' enhanced flesh made it harder to deal fatal damage with a single blow. It often took multiple soldiers thrusting simultaneously to pierce through vital areas like the eyes or throat to bring them down.
Clearly, the Yang Family Army had experience battling these wolves. Their teamwork was seamless. When one soldier wounded a wolf, the nearby soldiers instantly moved to finish it off.
Still, some wolves managed to strike back in their final moments—raking claws or snapping jaws. Blood spurted. Soldiers fell, wounded or slain.
Whenever a soldier fell, a member of the third rank immediately stepped forward to take their place, keeping the formation solid—like a reef in raging waves.
The battle turned bloody from the very start.
Wolves and soldiers clashed wildly. Every moment brought new deaths—wolves torn apart, soldiers collapsing.
"You beasts—go to hell!!" Yang Yanding roared within the horde, wielding twin battle blades with furious strength. His blades moved like killing machines. With a single strike, he split a giant wolf in two.
The sheer power was terrifying.
His blades spun like flaming wheels, cutting down wolf after wolf. The surrounding beasts couldn't even approach him before being slain. Blood soaked his armor until it turned crimson.
Awooo!!
Suddenly, a flash of silver streaked across the battlefield—too fast for anyone to react. Yang Yanding felt a sharp pain in his back. His armor was torn open, and a chunk of flesh ripped clean away.
Blood poured out.
Standing nearby was a small Silver Moonhowl Wolf, its paw stained red as it licked it slowly, eyes gleaming with sadistic light. ★
Its speed was monstrous—faster than his blade. Before he could react, it had already struck.
"You damn beast—fight me!!" Yang Yanding roared, ignoring the pain as he charged, blades slashing down.
But the silver flash vanished again. The wolf easily dodged the blow, then slashed him a second time.
Its speed was simply too fast—faster than a blade's swing.
To the wolf, this wasn't just vengeance—it was pleasure. The kind of cruel, icy delight in tormenting prey.
Elsewhere, Yang Yanping spun his spear like a dragon, fending off dozens of wolves. The Yang Family Spear Technique danced in his hands—elegant, powerful, fierce. ★
But though his skill was great and his strength decent, he wasn't a cultivator. Surrounded, he began to struggle. Wounds opened across his body, blood streaming from torn armor.
Yang Ye, however, fought like a dragon reborn. Each spear thrust carried an unstoppable will, a willingness to die with his enemy if needed. Every strike radiated deadly killing intent.
Giant wolves fell, run through by his spear.
But the wolves kept coming, and each attack sapped his strength. His body, too, was covered in wounds.
The battlefield was soaked in blood. No one fled. Every soldier gave their all—even in death, they fell standing.
In front of Yang Family Village, the wolves had reached the fences.
The wooden barricades were hastily built—barely useful against this enemy. A giant wolf could leap over them, or crash through them with brute force.
"Kill!!"
One wolf soared over the fence. The Yang Family Army had already marched out to meet the enemy—only civilians remained behind. No trained warriors. Nothing to scare off the wolves.
The beast pounced—unstoppable.
But then—
Lai He stepped forward. His eyes gleamed sharply. With a shout, he swung the Bone-Cleaving Blade in his hands.
Whoosh!!
All anyone saw was a single flash of motion—and then the wolf landed.
It stood tall—majestic—but unmoving. The fire in its eyes began to fade.
Plop!!
A slab of flesh slid off its body. It was already dead.