BXBX NOVEL Chapter 165 Remnants
Defiant to the end, the wolf refused to yield.
Despite its grievous injury, the creature mustered its remaining strength and launched itself towards me, its powerful body moving with a renewed speed and determinationn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"I don\'t need mana to defeat you," I said, my voice dripping with disdain as I sped towards the wolf.
As the wolf jumped, its body propelled towards me in a desperate attempt to secure a killing blow, I rose into the air as well.
My body twisted and turned with an acrobatic grace, matching the wolf\'s movements as if we were locked in a deadly dance.
The wolf\'s eyes widened in shock, the creature\'s surprise at my unexpected agility. And in that moment, I struck.
My sword pierced the wolf\'s throat with a wet and gurgling hiss, the creature\'s blood spilling out in a crimson torrent as its body went limp in the air
Howlll~
The wolf\'s howl was a strangled, desperate cry, its body convulsing and spasming as it dropped to the sand.
The creature\'s blood poured out onto the earth, staining the dry and dusty ground.
The wolf\'s eyes rolled back in its head, its life slowly slipping away as its blood drained from its body.
Its breath grew shallow and labored, and then, with one final shuddering gasp, the wolf fell still.
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The haunting echo of the wolf\'s dying cry was answered by a low and menacing growl that cut through the air.
I tensed, my body coiling like a spring as I spun on my heel to face the new threat.
My gaze locked onto the two new wolves that had crept up behind me.
Their eyes blazed with a malevolent crimson light, their bodies poised and ready to attack.
The wolves\' blood-drenched faces were a grotesque sight, their once-gleaming fangs now stained crimson with the gore of their kills.
The blood glistened on their fur and dripped from their jaws, creating a grisly mask of death.
I forced myself to block out the gruesome image of the mage that had surely suffered at the wolves\' claws
"Seems more friends have come to play," I muttered, my eyes fixed on the stalking predators as they prowled closer
The wolves continued their advance. They inched forward, their muscles tensed and ready to spring as they closed the distance between us.
It was obvious, they had more intelligence and thoughts behind their eyes than the scorpions.
The temptation to use my wind magic was strong, the desire to end this deadly game in a single, devastating blow pulsing in my veins.
But I held back, the thought of unleashing such power weighed down by the knowledge that it wouldn\'t be necessary .
Firstly, I knew that I could win without relying on magic.
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Secondly, i was trying to get as many kills as possible without exhausting myself.
Although the system would ensure that death was not a possibility, the threat of exhaustion and unconsciousness still loomed large in my mind.
And how could I get kills if I passed out?
Besides it was simply better for me not to fall unconscious again since I was sure Damon and I would have an argument when the war was over.
Instinctively, my gaze drifted away from the wolves, scanning the shifting sands for a glimpse of Damon.
I found him near his brother, as he almost always was, in the midst of three beasts.
He still hadn\'t noticed my presence.
I forced my gaze back to the wolves. The creatures were creeping closer, their eyes locked on my own as they sought to find a weakness in my defenses.
Patience was a virtue in battle, and I knew that the wolves\' eagerness to kill would be their undoing.
I allowed the tension to build, my breath steady and measured as I watched the wolves circle me like predators stalking their prey.
One of them would break first, its hunger for blood overpowering its discipline and training.
And when that moment came, I would be ready, all I had to do was be observant, find the most vulnerable point and attack.
My lips curled into a confident smirk, my voice dripping with a mocking challenge as I taunted the wolves. "Come on, you bastards," I hissed.
The wolves snarled in response, their fur bristling with anger and defiance.
But I knew that their rage was a double-edged sword, their eagerness to defeat me making them careless and impulsive.
"That\'s it," I murmured, the words barely audible beneath the wolves\' growls. "Show me what you\'ve got."
Like lightning striking the desert sands, the wolves surged forward, their bodies blurring with speed as they closed in on me.
The wolves were upon me in an instant, their bodies a blur of teeth and claws as they launched themselves into the air.
Their powerful legs propelled them towards me with terrifying speed, their jaws snapping and their claws extended as they sought to rend my flesh.
It was hard to jump out of the way when two wolves were leaping at you, especially since each one was slightly angled.
Either way I jumped, I was going to run into a wolf\'s jaw.
So I decided not to move out of the way.
Instead, I created an airwall directly above me.
The wolves\' jaws snapped shut mere inches from my flesh, their momentum carrying them into the impenetrable barrier of air.
Their powerful bodies bounced off the invisible wall, sending them tumbling to the ground in a confused tangle of fur and limbs.
Seizing on the brief moment of confusion, I slipped out of the ranks of the wolves with the agility of a desert fox.
The wolves\' frustration at my escape was palpable, their snarls filling the air with a primal rage as they turned to face me once more.
Their muscles rippled with barely contained power as they launched into a second attack, their claws digging into the sand as they charged towards me with renewed determination.