CHAPTER 642: CHAPTER 386: THE WOMAN WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN HER FACE_3

"Ready!" he shouted loudly, and all the beasts turned their gaze toward the impending threat. It took a moment, but the entire army gathered, finding the teams they’d previously worked with. Although some groups now had only four experts, most still had five. They stood back-to-back, their eyes fixed on the riders. Slowly, excited smiles began to spread across their faces. This was the first time the entire army could face a challenge with their own strength, instead of merely sweeping away the weak.

Seeing the riders approach the beasts, the surviving infantry ran back, unwilling to be trampled underfoot. "Form up!" Yan Xiaobao shouted, and all the beasts clustered together. Every pair of eyes locked onto the cavalry. Yan Xiaobao knew that he could call on the Saints Team to aid him in the imminent battle, but doing so would put them at a disadvantage. Even if the Saints didn’t contribute much, they would still have to expend their martial power rather than striking at the Saints of the Siban Empire—something Yan Xiaobao couldn’t afford.

As of now, Yan Xiaobao didn’t know how many Saints this Empire had hidden behind its walls, and deploying his Saints prematurely was a decision he would avoid unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he gritted his teeth and let out a loud howl. He felt Fog Energy emanating from his beast core and golden martial power, flooding into his meridians and merging until together they formed an ever-growing massive Wolf Head. The Wolf Head burst forth from his body—a blend of red fog energy and golden streaks. The golden streaks from his martial power intertwined with the Fog Energy.

The Wolf Head continued to expand. It stretched farther and farther, soaring into the sky until it exceeded fifty meters in width. Standing a total of thirty meters tall, it towered twenty meters above Yan Xiaobao’s head. Its sheer size was terrifying. Many of the weaker experts began retreating from the battlefield. Everyone immediately realized that the shockwaves from this attack would be far beyond what they could withstand.

With a deafening roar, the Wolf Head above also howled, stirring fierce winds. The entire area vibrated with thunderous impact. Suddenly, the Wolf Head stopped directing its cries at the sky above; instead, it now faced toward the masses. Its maw opened once more, but this time there was no sound—only a powerful shockwave erupted from its mouth, sweeping over every expert, reducing them to mere pulp. Blood poured onto the ground in abundance, mingling with the earth to create an even muddier terrain.

A single shockwave was not enough—the beast’s head continued to seek out more and more opponents. Each time it opened its mouth, weaker experts were obliterated into nothingness. After eradicating all the lower-ranked experts within range, Yan Xiaobao turned the Wolf Head toward himself. He rotated to face the cavalry units charging at them. His red eyes gleamed coldly, emitting a chilling light. Anyone who gazed upon this young man could tell he was utterly ruthless.

"Devour!" Yan Xiaobao said gravely, pointing toward the throng of soldiers and horses. The colossal Wolf Head above him began to move. It hurtled swiftly toward the advancing humans, its red eyes shining with ferocity. The Wolf Head sped forward like the wind, meeting soldiers mounted on horseback. As the beasts and their riders approached the Wolf’s enormous jaw, the Wolf Head opened its mouth. The unleashed energy seemed to engulf countless riders, and as the energy dissipated, nothing remained—neither beasts nor humans. Instead, this Fog Energy gradually merged back with the Wolf Head, giving it an eerie white glow. The mist emitted an unsettling, howling sound.

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