A Man Like None Other Chapter 6622 One sword only one sword is needed
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- A group of cultivators faces a dire threat from demonic hounds.
- Villagers are terrorized, prompting an investigation into the dogs’ lair.
- A desperate stand is made against overwhelming odds.
Please read the chapter to continue the story.
A group of cultivators faces a dire threat from demonic hounds. Villagers are being terrorized and their homes encroached upon. A desperate stand is made against overwhelming odds.
A bitter expression appeared on the middle-aged man’s face.
“We are cultivators from Qingfeng Village nearby. Recently, the demon dog has been expanding its territory and often comes near the village to attack the villagers.”
The village chief sent us to investigate the movements of those demon dogs, to see if we could find their lair, and to find a way to drive them away or exterminate them.
He glanced at the nine cultivators behind him, then shook his head with a wry smile.
“I didn’t expect to encounter that creature so soon after entering this region. We fought for quite a while, but we couldn’t even break its skin. With our strength, we were no match for that demon dog monster.”
The nine cultivators also came over, each with a relieved expression on their faces.
They all had injuries, some serious or light. One of them had a deep wound on his arm from a demon dog’s claw, and blood was flowing profusely. He used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding.
“Captain, that thing didn’t catch up, right?” asked a young cultivator, his voice sounding tense.
The middle-aged man shook his head. “Probably not. Demon dogs usually don’t get too far from their territory. We’ve already run more than a hundred miles, so we should be safe.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud roar came from not far away.
Everyone’s faces immediately turned pale.
The sound was the howling of a demon dog.
And there are more than one.
The middle-aged man’s pupils narrowed sharply, his body suddenly stiffened, and he gripped the dark red long sword in his hand, the flames on the blade suddenly flared up.
“Form a line!” he shouted. “Back to back, form a circle!”
The nine cultivators quickly gathered together, forming a back-to-back circle, their weapons pointed outwards, each with a determined look on their faces.
One after another low growls sounded from underground, the ground began to vibrate, the ground shook, and gravel flew everywhere.
A moment later, more than a dozen black figures emerged from the ground and surrounded David and the others.
It’s a demon dog.
There are thirteen in total.
Each one was almost the same size as the previous one, and the combined aura of a fifth-level Gold Immortal weighed down on everyone’s hearts like an invisible mountain.