798: Chapter 519 798: Chapter 519 Eryao hadn’t been able to kill off these Wolf Demons in one fell swoop, he could only give them a lesson first!
Thinking to devour his flesh with these Wolf Demons was wishful thinking, other than bringing electric shocks to harm the Wolf Demons themselves.
His claws were not polite either; he played with these Wolf Demons, just wounding them, not killing them right away.
At this critical juncture, when fighting desperately, these Wolf Demons had yet to transform into their original appearances.
Just like when Eryao was high in the sky performing advanced Spells, his silhouette turned into a Dragon’s shadow, yet his original appearance still had not changed.
It was the same with those Wolf Demons.
While attacking and being attacked, their original appearances did not change, but their shadows turned into wolves.
They moved with agility; their jumping was swift too.
Wherever the green glow in their eyes reached, it caused a blade’s edge to emerge, aiming at Eryao, who was far too strong for them and blocked all of their attacks.
And in response to their assaults, no matter how agile these Wolf Demons were, they still suffered minor and serious injuries.
As children, their attacks were somewhat weak; the abilities of other old men, middle-aged people, young people, or women were almost the same.
Fighting for their lives against this foreign adversary, Eryao, just for a bite of Dragon flesh, they fought so fiercely, seemingly ready to die without regret—this was the nature of wolves!
Eryao’s majestic Dragon strength was incomparable to these wolves.
One against a hundred, even hundreds, he used his Spells, which were the bane of the wolves.
His abilities far surpassed those of the Wolf Demons.
A single Dragon against several hundred Wolf Demons, and he was still gaining the upper hand, unscathed, beating the opposition until they could only parry and not counterattack.
This was a beating pure and simple, and Eryao showed no mercy to them, knowing they were not mortals.
These Wolf Demons must have harmed people before, or else how could he sense a murderous aura from them?
Eryao felt he had encountered Demonic Beasts, demons, and only one or two actual humans before – those were all pursuing him, and his master had to fight back, slaying the bad people.
From these Wolf Demons’ presence, one could feel this murderous aura, signifying that they had killed plenty of people.
If they hadn’t killed people, where then had the townspeople gone?
The master wanted to find out from these Wolf Demons whether those soulless, wooden humans had been afflicted with some Spell by the Wolf Demons, or whether their souls had been absorbed, causing soul damage and turning them into Puppets.
Eryao understood even more that if he were to be defeated in this battle, he would lose face and could no longer swagger around Green Ox arrogantly, as Green Ox would no longer listen to him.
Beyond these thoughts, Eryao also hadn’t practiced his skills in a long time, and he needed to exercise his muscles; otherwise, they would turn to scrap metal.
Jiang Tang watched from high above as Eryao made his moves, battling the Wolf Demons, who, under his control, were trapped in one place and couldn’t escape.
Thunder and heavy rain, combined with the actual weather’s snowflakes turning into rain and snow, made the originally hazy sky that was drizzling snowflakes now drop even larger ones, which chilled the air even further.
On the ground and in that part of the town, the snow grew deeper.
As the Wolf Demons fought, their feet were buried in the deep snow.
This affected their agility and decreased their combat strength over time, and winter was their weakness; the longer the time, the weaker they felt their own powers were.
As their bodies gradually stiffened and their strengths weakened, the hits they received became more severe.
When thunder and lightning struck and they dodged too slowly, they’d be injured more severely.
Hit by a thunderbolt as thick as an arm, not to mention being able to fight, they lost all combat ability, their bodies convulsing and trembling, then fainting, scorched to ash by the lightning and thunder.
The Wolf Demons slowed down, with more and more casualties, inflicting no significant impact on their opponent; they were merely on the receiving end, merely awaiting death.
At that moment, they weren’t thinking about Dragon meat; they were only trying to escape.
Unfortunately, there was an invisible wall outside, trapping them, forcing them to run back and forth within the town, scurrying through the streets like mice.
But could they escape the Spell Eryao had set up high in the sky?
Thunder roared, and lightning flashed in the sky as the Wolf Demons trembled in fear as if mice had encountered a cat.
Even the Wolf King became afraid.
He hadn’t attacked before, but now that his subordinates were fleeing, he had to step up to save face.
Confronting the previously arrogant Wolf King, Eryao would not let him escape without wetting himself in fright; that would not befit a Divine Dragon.
To endure such a horde attacking him, that conceited demeanor was so annoying; this time he had to be beaten so badly he’d regret ever being born in this world.
Thinking to eat his flesh?
He fancied eating their wolf flesh himself!
But such wolf flesh surely wouldn’t taste good, how could the meat from the wolves of the west be delicious?
Reducing them to ash would fertilize the land; maybe annihilating these Wolf Demons might even improve the lives of the ordinary people, ridding them of demons and ghosts, allowing them to live normally without fear and trepidation.
Although Eryao did not have as much love for other humans, particularly those from other countries, he did not feel repulsed by ordinary people.
Only the bad people created chaos and evil.
Among the real ordinary people, there were good ones; they were all innocent.
When the Wolf King faced Eryao, he told his subordinates not to panic and be afraid, to come and help, to take down the Dragon together.