"Is this the ability of Lord Chang Shan Yin?"
"Incredible, truly incredible…"
"With his own strength alone, commanding ten thousand wolves. No wonder he's called the Wolf King!"
The Gu Masters stared at Fang Yuan with blank, unblinking eyes, watching his retreating figure as he departed and charged toward another section of the battlefield.
Crushing through, crushing through!
Everything that dared stand in his way was swept aside without exception.
At a mere thought, tens of thousands of wild wolves surged forward. With a single pointed finger, wherever his forces struck, nothing could withstand them!
With his own strength alone, turning the tide and reshaping the course of battle — such was the majesty of the Path of the Slave!
Outside the battlefield, Man Hong, Man Hao, and the others all lost their color.
Under their complicated gazes, Fang Yuan's wolf pack swelled like a snowball, growing larger the more it killed. Wherever they went, they swept across the battlefield. Moments later, they left behind a scene of utter devastation and a group of stunned Gu Masters, then departed at their leisure.
Such wolf-taming was simply the height of tyranny, and the height of dominance!
Under such overwhelming power, even the slightest resistance was directly crushed.
Fang Yuan deliberately avoided the battlefield where the Myriad Wolf King was, circled the Ge family camp once more, and captured three more Thousand Wolf Kings. Including the ones from before, the number of Thousand Wolf Kings had risen to eight.
As for the Hundred Wolf Kings, their number had nearly doubled, reaching a total of fifty-nine.
Fang Yuan's wolf formation was like a monstrous beast, devouring virtually all of the Tortoise-Back Wolves along the way and growing itself ever stronger.
Having consecutively subdued these Wolf Kings, Fang Yuan's soul suffered a violent backlash, leaving him irritable and on the verge of vomiting.
Forcing himself to endure the discomfort, Fang Yuan gathered his wolf pack and returned to the ranch.
The ranch could no longer hold these wolves.
There were simply too many; Fang Yuan couldn't even count them all at a glance. With a rough visual estimate, the number absolutely exceeded twelve thousand.
Fang Yuan did not rush to join the battle.
With the larger situation now settled, he dismounted his camel wolf and began resting with his eyes closed.
Periodically, he would open his eyes to observe.
With the White-eyed Wolf monitoring the battlefield, Fang Yuan kept close watch on the Ge family's old Patriarch and the others. These high-ranking members of the Ge clan could not be allowed to die. If they fell, the Man family would be tempted to act. They would very likely make their move.
After resting for a while, though he had not fully recovered, it was enough to fight without hindrance. Fang Yuan rejoined the battle.
This time, he only deployed eight Thousand Wolf Kings. Ordinary wolf packs posed too little threat to a Ten Thousand Wolf King.
Along the way, every member of the Ge clan shouted his name.
"Chang Shanyin has come to reinforce us!" Hearing this rallying cry, the Ge family elders besieging the Ten Thousand Wolf King all felt their spirits surge.
"Everyone from the Ge family, fall back and rest for now. Leave this to me!" Fang Yuan arrived at the battlefield. With a thought, the eight Thousand Wolf Kings moved in to surround their target.
The Ten Thousand Wolf King already wished to retreat, but charging left and right, it could not break through the encirclement.
"Such wolf-taming skill!" Seeing the Ten Thousand Wolf King toyed with effortlessly by Fang Yuan, Man Hao, Man Hong, and the others finally showed looks of shock.
Earlier, when Fang Yuan had charged into the formation, it had simply been a grand, sweeping advance — nothing revealed the depth of his wolf-taming ability. Now, with his careful manipulation, the pinnacle of Northern Plains beast-controlling arts was on full display.
A mere eight Thousand Wolf Kings — and seven of those were still influenced by the Ten Thousand Wolf King, unable to bring their full combat power to bear.
Yet under Fang Yuan's command, the Ten Thousand Wolf King felt as though it had been swallowed by an army of thousands, like a fly caught deep in a spider's web.
In the end, the Ten Thousand Wolf King was worn to death by Fang Yuan through sheer, relentless pressure, and its desperate final lunge claimed the life of one Thousand Wolf King in return.
"Wolf King! Lord Chang Shanyin — he is the true Wolf King!" Watching the Ten Thousand Wolf King's colossal body crash to the ground, someone among the Gu Masters let out the cry.
"Wolf King!"
"Wolf King! Wolf King!"
After this battle, not a single person felt that the title "Wolf King" was anything less than perfectly fitting.
Cheers rose one after another, quickly merging into a roaring chorus. Many pumped their fists skyward in triumph, many had eyes burning with fervor, and many more wept openly with tears streaming down their faces.
This was a kind of emotion — an adoration for heroes, and a reverence for power.
"With someone like him here, swallowing the Ge clan will be no simple matter!" Man Hong's face was ashen. This battle had thoroughly crushed his ambitions and schemes.
"Wolf King..." Man Hao, who had always looked down on Chang Shanyin, murmured in a daze, chewing over the title. Never before had he felt that this title carried such immense weight!
On the battlefield, the Ge clan's former patriarch led a group of Elders forward, surrounding the area.
"A hero of old, still in splendid form! Today's battle has truly earned this old man's deepest admiration. On behalf of the entire Ge clan, I extend my sincerest gratitude for your aid!" The Ge clan's former patriarch bowed deeply to Fang Yuan.
"Brother Ge, you're too kind. We should focus on cleaning up the battlefield as quickly as possible." Fang Yuan smiled.