The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 267

The Golden Wolf was enraged, unleashing a piercing howl that echoed through the forest. The pack of hundreds shook their heads vigorously, snapping out of their daze, and charging heedlessly towards Alavin.

With eyes sharp as daggers and an aura as vibrant as a lightning, Alavin thundered forward. His energy shield blazed as he rammed through the wolf pack, carving his way to the Golden Wolf.

"Grand Arcanum of the Blade, the third form! Enigma of the Ether Cloud!"

The Grand Arcanum of the Blade stirred the heavens with a tempest of sword's energy, a brilliant crimson that dazzled the eye. The sword's energy surged like a tidal wave, relentless and unyielding, nine waves upon nine waves, crushing and grinding countless lesser wolves to dust. The Golden Wolf recoiled in horror, and the wolves scattered in retreat. They had likely never witnessed such a display, cowed by the terrifying might of the sword.

Suddenly, Alavin burst forth from the maelstrom of the sword’s energy, like a whale erupting from the sea, fierce and domineering. Man and sword became one, and he struck at the Golden Wolf.

“So powerful!” Lylian gaped in amazement. What kind of Sword Skill was this? It was several magnitudes more intricate than what he used at The Clash of Eight Orders!

A gleam flashed in Cedrick's eyes. What a Sword Skill! A fervor stirred within him, an itch to cross blades with Alavin in a frenzied duel, a clash of Advanced Mages.

The Golden Wolf was overwhelmed by the sword's energy, and in a blink, Alavin struck it down. Cedrick and the others hastened to join Alavin, standing guard as they surveyed the surrounding wolves.

Finally subdued, the wolves growled lowly but dared not attack again. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of white wolves lay dead, and the ground was strewn with carcasses, drenched in blood.

"Let's not fight anymore. Let them retreat on their own," Alavin signaled for restraint to avoid a fight to the death, which would be costly for both sides.

"What was that Sword Skill? Teach me!" Lylian exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"I need to consult with my mentor first," Alavin said, eyes still on the wolf pack, his grip tight on the ancient sword, his fighting spirit ablaze.

"You have a mentor?"

"No."

"Then how will you consult?"

"There's nothing to discuss."