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It was a pack of jackals with white tails. The leader had a human bone in its mouth, which it crunched into pieces, with bits of flesh hanging from its teeth.

The white-tailed jackal, also known as the white-tailed dog or the fear dog, is a demonic beast, and a pack of demonic beasts at that!

They have long, sharp claws, prefer to travel at night, and their favorite food is carrion rather than fresh meat. They will dig up people's graves, dig out the corpses, drag them into their nests to share. If they encounter a living person, they will swarm and kill them, then drag them away to rot.

The stench of decay became extremely strong with the appearance of this group of white-tailed jackals.

The villager immediately realized that the dilapidated temple had been used as a den by this group of white-tailed jackals. It was late autumn, and winter was just around the corner. The white-tailed jackals would hunt enough food to survive the winter in the fall. They had migrated here some time ago and had probably been entrenched here for some time.

If you were to walk into that dilapidated temple, you would surely see piles of rotting corpses. It is likely that no one who comes to this area can escape the prey of this pack of white-tailed dogs!

The villager immediately sensed something was terribly wrong; they had delivered themselves right to his doorstep.

"Skinny Monkey, turn your horse around right now!" the villager shouted. "The rest of you, follow me and fire your arrows!"

Sweating profusely, the skinny monkey threw the medicinal herbs and soup he had just found on the ground and immediately went to steed his horse.

The horse sensed the danger and quickly turned around, running away in the other direction.

The lead white-tailed jackal raised its head and let out a long howl, issuing the order to attack.

For white-tailed jackals, all living creatures present are food, whether they are horses or humans, they are all on their menu.

They moved with incredible speed, the white-tailed jackals seemingly riding the wind, and in an instant they were close to the convoy.

"Release the arrow!" the villager shouted, drawing his longbow.

Dozens of arrows were fired, but it was the dead of night and visibility was poor. These white-tailed jackals were as unpredictable as the wind. Apart from the villager who shot one of the jackals in the eye, none of the others hit their targets!

In the blink of an eye, the white-tailed jackal pounced on the last man.

Before anyone could even scream, several white-tailed jackals bit through the man's throat, one of them tearing off an arm, and the man died instantly.

The people around the villager immediately panicked.

They were nothing but a bunch of thieves who only dared to kidnap children. They had no discipline whatsoever. When there were many of them, they could bully others, but when they encountered a tough nut like the White-tailed Jackal, they immediately revealed their true colors—just a bunch of cowards.

The white-tailed jackal charged into their formation, biting and injuring the horses. The horses reared up and kicked, but in the face of such jackals and tigers, the grazing horses were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Only a Taoist priest from Xuanqing Temple could handle a monster of this level. However, these events had not yet taken off. From the time the white-tailed jackal occupied the lair, to the time when the surrounding villagers noticed, and then to the time when the news reached Xuanqing Temple, it would take at least one to two months.

The villager muttered to himself that he had really had a run of bad luck this year. Perhaps this was his destiny, for everything had gone wrong since autumn.

Right now, nothing is more important than my own life.

"It seems our fate can only end here." The villager glanced back deeply, raised his bow and arrow, and shot at the skinny monkey and the others.

Skinny Monkey stared in disbelief at the elder brother he was talking about, clutched his heart, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The smell of blood aroused the monsters, who swarmed forward and devoured the bleeding people.

"Skinny monkey, if we are destined to be brothers again in the next life," the villager said, cutting the horse's reins with a single stroke.

He bought this horse at a high price. It has some Akhal-Teke blood. Although it looks thin and its coat is not shiny, it is actually the best horse he has ever owned.

Goods and brothers are all fleeting. As long as he can leave alive today, even if he loses everything he owns, he believes he can start from scratch and rebuild his team. Isn't that how he got there before?

"Giddy up!" The villager rode away without hesitation.

The horse was also frightened by the bloody scene and ran away as fast as it could.

The leader of the white-tailed jackals let out another long howl. They would not let their prey go. Most of the people who remained had already been killed by them. Three or five strong white-tailed jackals followed the leader to chase after the villagers, while the rest guarded the nest and killed the fleeing humans one by one.

...

Zhuang Xing followed the mandrill and traveled through a rocky area. He could smell the blood from afar.

The mandrill suddenly bared its teeth, and the fur on its body stood on end.

The mandrill carried Zhuang Xing and quickly climbed up a nearby hill. They took an unconventional route and reached a high point.

Below was a dilapidated temple. Zhuang Xing's pupils contracted as he saw the tragic scene.

Four horse-drawn carriages lay broken and overturned on the ground, the horses bitten to death. Several white-tailed jackals dragged the bodies of the people and horses into the ruined temple, leaving long trails of bright red blood on the dry grass.

He immediately understood that these people had encountered white-tailed jackals.

"Are they all dead?" Zhuang Xing frowned deeply.

These human traffickers deserved to die, but the young children they abducted...

Could it be... that it was packed in that box?

Zhuang Xing saw several white-tailed jackals surrounding the wooden boxes, biting and scratching them.

It seems like only yesterday that they attacked the convoy; most of the white-tailed jackals were busy harvesting, with only two or three biting at the boxes.

Zhuang Xing drew his sword. White-tailed jackals are very dangerous monsters. Although their individual combat strength is weaker than most monsters, they have become a group that even powerful monsters dare not provoke through their strong coordination and perfect teamwork.

They possess extremely advanced intelligence and a top-down integrated command system.

Their hunting never comes at the cost of sacrificing team members, which ensures that each attack is meticulously planned.

So-called trapping, diverting attention, and other strategies can often be seen in their behavior patterns.

Even lay Buddhists dislike these demons, not because they are too strong, but because they are too cunning and extremely difficult to deal with.

Zhuang Xing remained undetected, crouching low to observe silently.

He was looking for the leader of the white-tailed jackals, but after watching for a while, he noticed that several of them were fighting while dragging the carcass, seemingly because of an unequal distribution of food.

The white-tailed jackal is a very orderly beast; if its leader were present, it would never allow such chaos to occur within its clan.

Zhuang Xing counted the horses on the ground again and found that the number of horses was not right. If each cart was pulled by four horses, then one horse was missing.

Someone escaped?

The leader went hunting?

Zhuang Xing remembered that the layman said in his demon-slaying diary that to deal with white-tailed jackals, you must first kill their leader. However, the leader is not much different from the other white-tailed jackals in appearance, so it is difficult to distinguish them. But once the leader of the white-tailed jackals is killed, the other white-tailed jackals will find it difficult to form an order, and defeating them will become much easier.

If the leader weren't around, perhaps... he could manage to hold his own for a bit...

As Zhuang Xing was thinking this, he heard a faint sobbing sound.

The wooden box was chewed through, and the sound of a child crying came from inside. This sound excited the white-tailed jackals that were chewing the box even more. They seemed to have been playing with a toy just now, but now their ferocity was fully revealed, and the fragile wooden box was chewed through in an instant.

A little girl in tattered clothes appeared before Zhuang Xing, tears and snot streaming down her face, her pants soaked in one corner, and she was crying loudly.

"Mommy..." The child rolled down into the bloody ground, crying out for his mother.

Several white-tailed jackals, much larger than her, surrounded her. Instead of immediately pouncing on her and killing her, they used their claws to lift the little girl's clothes and pull her up, as if playing a game of teasing their prey.

Zhuang Xing gripped his sword, and as he hesitated, the mountain demon let out a sharp roar, drew its sword, and jumped down.

It left Zhuang Xing on the mountain, perhaps thinking that Zhuang Xing was a child and that it couldn't let Zhuang Xing confront these white-tailed jackals, so it went down alone to rescue the little girl.

Zhuang Xing suddenly realized that he was not as decisive as a mountain demon.

Looking at the child surrounded by white-tailed jackals, he seemed to see his younger self, who was just as helpless and desperate back then.

Yan Huai'an saved him back then, so why is he still hesitating here?

He stood up, tore off a blade of grass from the side of him, and slid down the slope.

The mandrill charged into the white-tailed jackal and wounded one of them with its sword, while the other pounced on the mandrill from behind.

Zhuang Xing gathered his Qi in the leaf and threw the blade of grass out.

The primordial Qi condensed on the blade of grass and pierced one of the white-tailed jackals' eyes. A sharp sword aura erupted, accompanied by a muffled sound, and the white-tailed jackal's skull flew up like a leaping frog.

The figure that leaped up fell onto the grass.

Zhuang Xing stood in front of the crying child and spoke softly.

"It's alright now, I'll protect you."

The child stared blankly at his back, feeling that his figure was so tall and imposing.

Although the large wolves surrounded her, she suddenly felt less afraid.

Chapter 91 Bloodbath (3.6k)

After Zhuangxing killed a white-tailed jackal, its companions immediately gathered together.

They released their prey, baring their sharp teeth, their previous playful demeanor completely gone.

A strong, stench emanated from the mouths of these monstrous beasts. They lived among rotting corpses year-round, and their entire bodies reeked of a suffocating stench of decay.

Zhuang Xing suppressed the churning in his stomach and glanced around. There were severed limbs everywhere, and stark white bones covered in blood and foam. A bloodshot eyeball was right at Zhuang Xing's feet. He could see human teeth and hair.

The blood flowing on the ground was still warm, staining the land a scarlet color. Zhuang Xing felt as if he were in hell. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he gripped his sword tightly with both hands. A strong sense of crisis stimulated his nerves.

Six white-tailed jackals surrounded Zhuang Xing and the mandrill. They did not attack rashly because Zhuang Xing had killed one of their companions. In their eyes, the mandrill and the human were enemies that should not be underestimated.

Zhuang Xing knew that the dilapidated temple was the nest of the white-tailed jackals, where they stored food for the winter, and they would never abandon their nest and leave.

Behind him was the helpless little girl. The four carriages were loaded with many wooden boxes, all overturned on the ground, containing children who had been trafficked.

Neither he nor the white-tailed jackal would back down.

There is only one battle, a fight to the death!

Zhuang Xing dared not be careless. He took out a speed talisman from his satchel and activated it. The characters on the talisman scorched the yellow paper black, and it burst into flames the next second. An invisible aura enveloped Zhuang Xing.

Zhuang Xing felt his body become lighter. He also had an Iron Sand Talisman, which was a defensive talisman. However, the Iron Sand Talisman's function was to create a barrier on the outside of his body that could block attacks. It would interfere with the airflow. If it were a one-on-one situation, it would be fine, but now there were six opponents. He had to ensure that he could clearly perceive the movements of each white-tailed jackal, so he abandoned the defense.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone; he had Old Mandrill with him.

Zhuang Xing silently observed the white-tailed jackals. He knew he had to act quickly and decisively, and he couldn't afford to waste time with them. If they waited for their leader to return, the difficulty of dealing with these white-tailed jackals would increase significantly.

Therefore, he bit down on the second spirit talisman without hesitation, and his true qi suddenly ignited like a raging fire.

"If you're scared, close your eyes!"

Zhuang Xing picked up the little girl and handed her to the mountain demon, who instinctively put his arm around her with the hand that wasn't holding the sword.

Zhuang Xing didn't want to waste any more time with the white-tailed jackal, so he charged forward and took the initiative.

The white-tailed jackals also pounced forward, displaying the ferocity of wild beasts to the fullest.

If they had a leader, they might be able to outmaneuver Zhuang Xing with precise coordination, but without a leader, they are ultimately just a group of slightly more powerful beasts.

Zhuang Xingzhen circulated his Qi, and with the blessing of the Swiftness Talisman, his movements became more agile than ever before. He suddenly crouched down and slashed his sword horizontally upwards.

He felt a heavy weight on the sword. He gripped the hilt and swung it down with force. The incredibly sharp sword energy sliced ​​the white-tailed jackal in half at the waist, and blood sprayed onto Zhuang Xing's face. Another white-tailed jackal pounced on him, so he simply lay down on the ground and rolled to the side. At the same time, he tore off a blade of grass, attached a talisman to it, and threw it out.