The leader of the ambush gritted his teeth. "Attack!" he roared.
The assassins surged forward, weapons gleaming under the sunlight, their movements sharp and precise.
They had faced cultivators before, slaughtered men stronger than this so-called farmer.
There was no reason to hesitate over his mere words.
Yet, before they could close the distance Shan Yifeng stepped forward, his hands forming a seal, his voice firm. "Come forth, Spirit Sovereign Wolf!"
A burst of energy rippled through the air as a massive, white wolf materialized beside him, its fur bristling with an eerie silver glow.
Its eyes, like molten gold, locked onto the assassins.
At the same moment, Liu Mei raised her hand, her expression calm but commanding. "White Fur."
A swirl of icy mist formed beside her, condensing into the sleek, elegant shape of a six-tailed fox.
Its white fur shimmered under the light, and its tails swayed hypnotically, radiating an aura of immense power.
