Count Oting pierced the throat of a high-jumping, silver-gray limping monster with his sword, and then hurled the corpse away, not bothering to see if the creature was devoured by its companions as rumored after it landed among the wolves.
Because behind him, Count Robelen's plump hand had already grabbed his shoulder, shouting loudly: "Look over there, they've gone mad!"
Oting was stunned, puzzled as he turned back, but what he saw was this scene—
The Centaur Elder Guard Commander raised the war-hamr in his hand high, standing on his hind legs in the center of the battlefield, he turned as he bellowed at his troops with all his might:
"Formation, split!"
It was like a clap of thunder.
The silver Centaur Elder Guards hesitated for a mont, then the formation imdiately rippled, the crescent formation seemingly split left and right in an instant.
Simultaneously, Tree Elf Leader Queniel stretched the longbow in his hand forward and shouted to the Tree Elf Archers inside the crescent formation: "Thor Asr!"
The dark green cloaks made of grass and wood exited one after another, scattering to both sides, revealing the path in the center.
Standing at the back, Caglis did not speak; the young man rely extended his hand to the right, and the team leaders imdiately split the young n left and right.
The next mont, what appeared before Brando was a clear path, yet as the Centaurs and Tree Elves retreated, the Black Wolves imdiately surged like a flood over the Storm Circle, rushing into—
The ground rumbled.
Oting watched this scene in shock, unable to understand why the young man was doing this—isn't this courting death? Or are they planning to fight a surrounding battle?
But the Black Wolves outside were endless, it seed that letting them in to kill so would not help, but only create more variables.
"They're mad!" Robelen shouted behind him, pulling at his shoulder: "They want to die, and take us down with them?"
Oting did not respond; he just watched over there. In that mont, this military noble suddenly had a premonition—he felt that things might not be so simple.
Indeed, things weren't that simple—
The black wolf flood was surging through the passage between the Centaurs and Tree Elves, almost directly pouncing towards Brando at the back. The commanding male wolf was well aware that this young man was the highest commander of this team.
It aid to take out Brando in one fell swoop.
But Brando had the sa idea.
"Ready?" Brando asked, staring at the black flood.
"Yes." Qian's voice.
Queniel withdrew the longbow, nodding.
The young lord lowered his left hand, gripping the Earth Sword with both hands and pointing at the black flood sweeping towards him.
Ten ters.
The front row of Black Wolves had lowered their bodies, ready to pounce, revealing their white teeth and growling deep from their throats.
Brando could almost see the unhidden madness and lust for slaughter in those blood-red eyes. He exhaled.
The sword was raised.
Power burst, frontal breakthrough, Ghost Crystal amplification—
And then the White Crow Swordsmanship.
In an instant, a terrible tornado erupted from the sword, spiraling into the sky with wind bands that seed like knives, causing Kulan, Caglis, and Antitina to step back imdiately.
As for those Black Wolves, they were even worse off, having prepared for an attack but now forced to retreat repeatedly. Yet even so, the pressing wind pressure yanked them from the ground, flinging them far away.
Then Brando raised the whirlwind and struck it down.
This strike resembled the one he used to kill the Tuokui Lion-man.
Back then, he hadn't yet employed the White Crow Swordsmanship.
Nor received the 17 2 level military swordsmanship enhancent.
Thus this strike was a fusion of all the power Brando had mastered over the past year, and the imnse wind pressure nearly made the Earth Sword flash, emitting a dazzling white light.
Everyone couldn't help but squint, mouths agape, watching this terrifying strike—no, should watch the gradually tilting whirlwind in Brando's hand, little by little, slanting toward the ground.
A flash.
Everyone closed their eyes.
Struggling to see, they saw that within the wind blades exploding in all directions, the Black Wolves at the forefront of the whirlwind scene were directly torn to pieces, and those further away were at least pulled into the air, their fur and bones separating, scattering a rain of blood in mid-air.
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