Shenwu Yutianlei

At the entrance of Xihou Village, at Shen Yun's calm and firm command, the team set off as quickly as an arrow from a bow, speeding all the way.

The eyes of the team were as sharp as hawks, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any unusual movements. The mountain forest ahead was filled with thick fog, like a heavy curtain, blurring people's vision.

The team was moving forward quickly. Suddenly, a ray of light shot up from the ground to the air in the distance like lightning, followed by a crisp "pop" sound, and exploded in the air. The colorful powder smoke spread out like gorgeous fireworks, spreading and floating in the air.

Shen Yun stopped, frowned slightly, stared at the direction of the light, and a trace of alertness arose in his heart.

Han Lei came forward, looking anxious, and said quickly: "Master, it's bad! This is a distress signal sent by Lin Ying and the others. They must be in danger, we have to go over to support them!" His voice revealed a hint of urgency and worry.

Shen Yun pondered for a moment, his eyes staring into the distance, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips slightly pursed, as if weighing something.

"Han Lei, Xiao Yi, Su Yong." Shen Yun's voice was low and firm.

"Your subordinates are here!" The three men responded and clasped their fists. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes revealed determination and courage.

"You three lead the team and continue on the road. Stay alert and be ready for battle at any time." Shen Yun glanced at the three people.

"Yes, young master." The three answered in unison, their voices loud and firm.

Then, Shen Yun turned to look at Li Xiangyuan, his eyes revealing a trace of respect and earnestness, "Senior Li, please follow me for a while."

Lin Ying and others sent out a distress signal, indicating that the situation might be very critical. Shen Yun's heart could not help but tighten. He knew the strength of Lin Ying and others very well. If they had not encountered great difficulties, they would not easily send out a distress signal. Thinking of this, Shen Yun's eyes became more determined. He was determined to rush to where Lin Ying and others were as soon as possible, find out the situation and provide assistance.

"Yes, young master." Li Xiangyuan replied decisively.

"You lead the team to catch up as soon as possible! Senior Li and I will go to the rescue first." Shen Yun once again instructed Han Lei and the other two.

"Yes, young master! We'll be there right away." Han Lei and the other two responded. Their voices were in unison and loud, showing their determination and courage.

Shen Yun glanced at Li Xiangyuan and nodded. Then, he lightly tapped his toes and soared into the air like a light bird, heading in the direction of the signal transmission.

The moment his figure rose from the ground, Shen Yun's sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if he was dancing to an exciting melody. His figure leaped over the treetops and cliffs like a ghost, as fast as lightning. The wind whistled in his ears, as if cheering for him; the leaves rustled, as if accompanying his figure.

His figure shuttled through the dense woods, sometimes leaping over obstacles as swiftly as a cheetah, and sometimes flying over branches as lightly as a bird. Every jump was full of power and beauty, which made people marvel.

As Shen Yun hurried forward at full speed, he could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and the roars of the Soul-Devouring Wolves ahead.

His heart tightened, and he sped up again. Then he jumped high into the air and rushed forward like a flying bird.

At the moment of leaping, Shen Yun's vision suddenly became clear. He saw Lin Ying and his group struggling to fight against the Soul Devouring Wolves that occupied the canyon. The bloody scene was shocking, with broken weapons and blood all over the ground, like a tragic painting.

Lin Ying was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of the spirit-eating wolves, but he still fought hard against the wolves' attack. Around him, his companions were also fighting bloody battles, waging a desperate fight with the wolves.

Shen Yun's eyes quickly scanned the chaotic battlefield like an eagle. Suddenly, his heart was shaken. He saw a huge soul-eating wolf rushing towards Lin Ying with great momentum, knocking him to the ground with great force. Before Lin Ying could struggle to get up, another soul-eating wolf followed closely behind, its fangs flashing with a chilling cold light, and it went straight to Lin Ying's throat like a demon. At this moment, Lin Ying was already exhausted, and it was really difficult to avoid this fatal blow.

Seeing this, Shen Yun suddenly shook his body and rushed towards Lin Ying like a flash of lightning. His speed was as fast as a storm, which was amazing.

Seeing that Lin Ying had given up resistance and was about to die in the wolf's mouth, Shen Yun shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

This roar exploded on the battlefield like thunder, carrying with it endless majesty and anger.

Shen Yun injected a great deal of spiritual power into the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and then swung his arm violently, and the long sword in his hand flew out like an arrow from a bow. The sword light flashed, dazzling and dazzling, cutting through the stagnant air like lightning. With amazing speed and accuracy, the long sword hit the head of the soul-devouring wolf directly, piercing through it and instantly ending its life.

Only a sharp cry of "Awoo" was heard, and the Soul-Devouring Wolf was dead in an instant.

As the sword continued to move forward, it was like a sharp lightning, carrying the corpse of the Soul-Devouring Wolf, and piercing straight into the hard stone wall with unstoppable force.

The sword was deeply embedded in the stone wall, with only the hilt trembling slightly, as if showing everyone the power of the previous attack.

The corpse of the Soul-Devouring Wolf hung on the long sword, and blood flowed down the sword, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the stone wall.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with flying dust, creating a depressing and tense atmosphere.

Shen Yun jumped high, his figure like a ghost, and stomped hard on the head of a soul-eating wolf.

While stomping the soul-eating wolf to death, he used the force of the step to leap up again, drawing a graceful arc in the air like a flying bird.

When he fell like a meteor, it seemed as if the whole world was shaken.

There was a loud "bang" and his feet landed heavily on the ground in front of Lin Ying.

In an instant, the ground began to shake violently, as if it was hit by an invisible force.

The land sank, forming a deep footprint, and the surrounding dust flew up like a raging sea, filling the air and covering the sky and the sun.

In the flying dust, Shen Yun's figure was looming, like a god of war descending from the sky.

His eyes were as sharp as swords and he exuded an unparalleled aura, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

The moment he landed, it seemed as if the entire battlefield was shocked by his aura, and it became completely silent for a moment.

Only the flying dust in the sky still tells the story of the thrilling scene just now.