Chapter 17 Middle-aged Soul Master: Ah! Me?

"Tsk, the situation is worse than imagined!"

Lin Chuan glanced around vaguely and murmured softly.

It was obvious that other people were not aware of the danger hidden in the dark. A Nether Wolf with a cultivation level of more than 600 years, coupled with a Nether Wolf with a thousand-year history, was really dangerous.

Especially the Millennium Nether Wolf, whose cultivation level is equivalent to that of a Soul Lord.

Of all the soul masters present, I am afraid that only the third-ringed soul master can compete with him.

Lin Chuan subconsciously looked at the middle-aged soul master. At this moment, he was possessed by a martial spirit. It seemed that it should be a bear-like martial spirit, but the three soul rings emerged...

White, white, yellow.

And with only thirty-level soul power, he was definitely no match for the Millennium Nether Wolf.

Almost in an instant, Lin Chuan had already judged the strength gap between himself and the Netherworld wolves. He could only say that his luck was really bad.

"You can only rely on yourself from now on!"

Lin Chuan suddenly sighed softly.

The wolves were so numerous that it would be difficult for him to escape by himself. Although the other soul masters were weaker, they could at least share a lot of firepower.

If the Millennium Nether Wolf can be captured, this crisis will not be insurmountable.

Lin Chuan summoned the black short bow without saying anything.

He is just a small soul master. Even if he tells it, no one may believe it. On the contrary, it may affect morale, so it is better to hide it for the time being.

Next, we can only take one step at a time.

"Ouch——"

With a roar, the Netherworld wolves finally moved.

"Go ahead and kill all these beasts!"

"Keep them away from the carriage!"

The middle-aged soul master roared loudly and rushed into the wolf pack first. The other soul masters were naturally not to be outdone. As agreed at the beginning, their respective divisions of labor were clear.

Lin Chuan held a bow in one hand and a hatchet in the other, waiting beside the caravan.

The Netherworld wolves were huge in number and densely packed. They charged almost simultaneously and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Ouch!"

One of the ghost wolves jumped up high, opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Lin Chuan.

"die!"

Lin Chuan's eyes flashed, and he chopped away mercilessly with the hatchet in his hand.

It was just a ten-year-old ghost wolf, even if it was comparable to a soul master, it was not enough in front of Lin Chuan, and he was easily beheaded with a single blow.

After refining, even a hatchet is still extremely sharp.

The situation of other mercenaries is also good. After the two hundred-year-old ghost wolves were blocked respectively, the remaining ghost wolves, although there are a large number of them, have only been cultivated for several decades.

But even so, the mercenaries protecting the caravan, not including Lin Chuan, only had two great soul masters and one soul master, so the pressure was still not small.

After all, every time you kill a ghost wolf, you need to consume a part of your soul power.

The facts were just as Lin Chuan expected. After the Netherworld wolves came like a tide, they were finally unable to resist. The defense line was gradually broken. Some Netherworld wolves chose to bypass and attack ordinary people in the caravan.

"ah!!!"

For a time, screams were heard one after another, many caravan members died in the mouth of the Netherworld Wolf, and the entire team fell into chaos in an instant.

"You evil beast, die!"

Sensing what was going on, the middle-aged Soul Lord's face turned livid, and he immediately used all his strength without further delay.

"The third soul skill: Powerful Bear Paw!"

The yellow soul ring suddenly lit up, and the huge bear paw hit the century-old ghost wolf in front of him.

"Ouch——"

The century-old Nether Wolf did not dodge and resisted the palm forcefully. He let out a whimper and bit the middle-aged Soul Master's calf with his mouth open.

"Damn beast, let me go!"

The middle-aged soul master was in pain, and he obviously did not expect that the ghost wolf in front of him could resist his third soul skill, and even bit his leg viciously.

What's the point of exchanging injury for injury?

However, the next moment, he completely understood.

"Ouch!"

With a sharp roar, a black shadow sprang out, with a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, and rushed towards the middle-aged Soul Lord with a strong wind.

"Damn it!"

After all, it was Soul Lord, even though he was very weak, he still reacted immediately, but his leg was bitten and it was too late to dodge.

"call out--"

At the critical moment, another burst of wind came first.

The black shadow instantly gave up his movements, pulled away in the air, and distanced himself after landing.

Only then did everyone see the true face of the black shadow.

It was still a ghost wolf, nearly three meters in size. Both its claws and fangs were long and sharp, shining fiercely in the sunlight.

"Millennium Nether Wolf!"

The middle-aged Soul Lord suddenly let out an exclamation, with a look of horror on his face.

"It's a lie!" When the other soul masters heard this, they almost all showed the same expression, looking at the thousand-year-old ghost wolf, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

He wanted to escape, but another century-old ghost wolf came out from behind and blocked his way.

The face of the caravan leader was pale, even a little desperate.

"How could this be? Why are there still thousands of ghost wolves in the Lima Plain? Doesn't the Balak Kingdom send soul masters to eliminate them every year?"

No one can answer this question.

"Woooooooo..."

The Millennium Nether Wolf did not rush to attack. Instead, it stared at Lin Chuan with a fierce look on its face, growling in its throat, and its aura became more and more fierce.

"Did you avoid it?"

Looking at the arrow stuck in the left front leg of the Millennium Nether Wolf, Lin Chuan frowned slightly.

He could naturally detect the sneak attack of the Millennium Nether Wolf, and he also used other people as bait, so as to take this opportunity to make the final decision.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the Millennium Soul Beast.

The arrow just now was aimed at the throat of the Millennium Nether Wolf, and the action was so obscure, but it was still dodged by it. Is this the danger perception of the soul beast?

"Tsk, I should have ignored the life and death of others and used soul skills directly!"

Lin Chuan couldn't help but spit secretly.

Of course, this is just talk.

If the explosive arrow was used just now, even if the Millennium Nether Wolf could not be killed, it could at least be seriously injured, but the middle-aged soul master might also be affected. Lin Chuan can be ruthless to the enemy, but he can't hurt others at will.

Perhaps the ideological education in the previous life was too profound, it can be said to be engraved in the bones, so that there have been some changes, but there is still a bottom line.

"But it's okay, one leg is enough!"

Looking at the blood on the leg of the Millennium Nether Wolf, Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was still very confident in his archery skills. Even if he didn't hit the throat, the front leg was pierced, and both the strength and speed would be reduced by at least half.

In this way, it is not impossible to fight.

"If you don't want to die, use all your strength. You hold back this thousand-year-old netherworld wolf first. After I help them deal with the two hundred-year-old netherworld wolves, I will come back to help you."

Middle-aged Soul Master: "..."

Ah! Me? !