Crack! Crack!

With immense strength, the Ghost Wolf's head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees!

The Ghost Wolf's struggle completely stopped, its mouth agape, tongue hanging down, and it instantly expired.

From the Ghost Wolf's fall into the protective shield to its death took a total of ten seconds.

"Ha! Ha..."

With a desperate strategy of taking damage for damage, Waro and Zar finally managed to take down one of the Ghost Wolves before the protective shield shattered.

However, the crisis at hand was far from over.

Not to mention, it was just the beginning.

With the furious gnawing of another High Tier Ghost Wolf, and the impact of other Ghost Wolves, the protective shield finally met its demise.

Crack!

This time, there was no second protective shield for them to corner the enemy.

"Awoo!!!"

Upon realizing the death of their companion, the pack of wolves became even more frenzied.

After the protective shield shattered, they mindlessly charged towards Fao and the others.

At that moment, Fao, who had not acted before, moved.

He had stood like a solemn statue in front of two injured nuns, his gaze fixed intensely on the other Ghost Wolf.

At this moment, under the light, his armor gleamed brilliantly, an orange-red glow faintly emanating from his body.

He tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, exhaled his last breath of air from his lungs, and unsheathed the blade in his hand.

Clang—

In an instant, a surge of sword energy swept across.

"Supreme! Slash!"

The crimson sword energy, as if imbued with great power from the depths of the sun, expanded rapidly outward with Fao as the center.

After his previous acts of attempted self-sacrifice gained the Sun God's approval, a divine bestowed power enhanced Fao's attack.

The sword energy of the Supreme Slash, like a relentless tide, mercilessly swept towards the advancing Ghost Wolves.

The Ghost Wolves, originally fierce, were now utterly defenseless.

The few Ghost Wolves charging at the front were directly sliced in half!

Even after wreaking havoc on the foremost Ghost Wolves, the diminished but continuous sword energy pressed forward, ravaging through the wolf pack.

The single strike astonishingly wiped out a dozen Ghost Wolves, leaving numerous severed limbs on the ground.

"Awoo! Awoo!"

In this gruesome scene, the wails of the Ghost Wolves were endless.

And this situation prompted the other surviving High Tier Ghost Wolf to calm down, its gaze becoming much clearer.

It had narrowly avoided the Supreme Slash by leaping at the last critical moment.

In that single moment, near a fifth of its companions were killed or injured!

The strength of these individuals was far beyond its imagination.

They were not its prey.

A notion of retreat flashed through the High Tier Ghost Wolf's mind.

The Demons weren't foolish.

While hunting and devouring powerful humans could make them stronger, it required surviving in the first place.

Otherwise, expending all effort to perish alongside the enemy would only benefit others.

Should it flee?

But when it looked at the distorted and deformed corpse of its mate, clasped in Waro's embrace, its retreat halted.

"Grrr! Awoo!"

It let out a low growl from its throat, unwillingly howling to stop its fleeing kin.

No, we cannot retreat!

The opponent only numbered five, and they were already exhausted!

We have the advantage!

The thinking of this High Tier Ghost Wolf was indeed correct; Fao and the others were indeed at their breaking point.

Even the earlier slaying of a High Tier Ghost Wolf by the two Martial Monks was achieved with full exertion, without demonstrating overwhelming power.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they just didn't have the strength left.

Fao's Supreme Slash had completely drained all the Holy Power from his body.

Though he still maintained the posture of being ready to strike with his sword, his body was completely exhausted, only standing upright with the nun's support behind him.

"Damn it, we didn't intimidate them into retreating..."

Waro's whisper echoed the same regret felt by everyone.

They had done their best, but failed to make that cunning beast give up.

At this critical juncture, one more attack wave from the Ghost Wolves would mean their complete demise.

Yet at this moment, the High Tier Ghost Wolf hesitated.

"...Awoo!"

Its caution urged it not to act recklessly, instead, it retreated some distance, prompting its kin to launch tentative attacks.

In its heart, it felt like something wasn't right, sensing a strong feeling of danger emanating from that Paladin.

It was as if approaching would mean certain death — its intuition was correct.

Though Fao was nearly spent, his will had not extinguished, silently murmuring in his heart, praying to the Divine Spirit he served.

His face was full of devotion and resolve, silently praying to the Sun God, his lips trembling slightly, every word he uttered was filled with infinite longing.

"Great Sun God, you are the ruler of light and power."

"I, your most loyal Paladin, pray to you on this battlefield of life and death, hoping you will grant me strength..."

The Demon could not comprehend the Paladin's act of praying, but his companions quickly noticed the anomaly in him.

As a member of the Knight Order, Waro knew well what such an action meant. His expression tensed, and he angrily muttered under his breath, "Fao! What are you doing?"

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