Chapter 312: Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!_1

"This can't be right, how is this possible? I clearly remember killing more than you, yet when we count them up, you've killed more than me, this is just too abnormal!"

At that moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo's entire demeanor was one of immense frustration.

He clearly remembered that he had killed more wild wolves than Du Gubo, but now it seemed he had indeed killed fewer.

"Do you even need to ask why? Obviously because you're old and your eyesight is failing. Plus, can your attacks even compare to my poison?"

At this moment, Du Gubo spoke up.

He admitted that when it came to targeted attacks, he wasn't the best.

But in dealing with groups of soul beasts like these, he, Du Gubo, was very strong.

After all, his poison gas, as long as it came into contact within a certain range, was a guaranteed death!

Not the slightest chance of survival.

"Old Poison, who are you calling old? You're older than me! And what's there to be proud of about your poison gas!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo retorted with a demeanor that was none too pleased upon hearing this.

"This is a true reflection of age, not like some people who have a fresh-faced outer layer but are all old bones on the inside."

Du Gubo shrugged his shoulders.

"You!!"

Chrysanthemum Uncle became somewhat infuriated by that remark.

What is even going on here?

"Alright, just enjoy being a hermaphrodite, since you like that title anyway."

Du Gubo smirked playfully.

"Like hell I do! Besides, you know very well in your heart of hearts how you won—this method is unfair!"

Seeing that arrogant air about Du Gubo, Chrysanthemum Douluo had a disdainful look.

But the opponent's poison was indeed a weapon of mass destruction.

This time, he had miscalculated.

But if calculated carefully, it really wasn't fair.

After all, his opponent was dealing area-of-effect damage, taking out a large number at once, whereas Chrysanthemum Douluo, although he also had AoE attacks, wasn't as swift and fierce as Du Gubo.

If the gap in the count was a bit bigger, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

But just being a wolf or two behind, that really annoyed him!

"Of course, I know how I won—it's through strength, unlike someone who tries to wriggle out of defeat."

As soon as Chrysanthemum Douluo finished speaking, Du Gubo immediately pushed back, undaunted by the fact that his opponent was a hermaphrodite with a higher level—he was not afraid of anyone when it came to a war of words.

"Old Poison, Chrysanthemum Uncle, the two of you really can chat up a storm whenever you meet. Just now those wolves seemed a bit resentful, I think we'd better leave."

At this point, Ye Feng appeared rather helpless.

Chrysanthemum Uncle and Du Gubo, those two really...

Would start arguing the moment they met.

To be precise, it was whenever they took a break.

Where did these two guys find the energy?

"The more resentful, the better. Seeing a certain person's smug face, I'm not resigned either!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo said.

He had the air of someone who would not concede to these ghostly creatures.

"Enough, Old Chrysanthemum, some things are just destined."

At that moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo slightly shrugged his shoulders.

"Get lost!"

After Du Gubo spoke out, Chrysanthemum Douluo rolled his eyes immediately.

"This isn't the time to joke. We really need to leave now—the wolves are coming."

At that moment, Ye Feng's expression became suddenly grave.

Because he had already sensed the presence of those wolves.

It seemed as though they were gathering.

"Little Fengfeng, didn't we just chase them all away? Are we still afraid of these wild wolves?"

Chrysanthemum Pass asked, puzzled.

They had already driven the wolves away just a moment ago.

Now, if the wolves came back, they just had to drive them away again. He was at a loss what exactly Ye Feng was worried about at the moment.

"Old Flayer, could it be that there are more wolves this time than before?"

At that time, Du Gubo also turned to Ye Feng with a question.

A look of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

Having followed Ye Feng for a while now,

he knew that under normal circumstances, it was absolutely unlikely for Ye Feng to be so solemn.

Something must have happened to cause such seriousness.

What could it be?

Ye Feng's sensory abilities were slightly stronger than theirs.

At this point, they could not sense anything yet,

and they had no idea what Ye Feng might have perceived.

"There are many, just the white eight-thousand-year White Wolves there are dozens, and there's also no small number of eight-thousand-year Grey Wolves that you dealt with."

Ye Feng said.

It was precisely because of the large number that he wanted to retreat quickly.

It was still feasible if they left now,

but if they delayed a bit longer, it would become troublesome.

"Dozens of that white kind just now, as well as eight-thousand-year grey wolves??"

Everything Du Gubo heard stunned him.

It was simply too astounding; had they stumbled upon a wolf's den today?

Otherwise, how could there be so many?

In the outskirts of the Aquipeia Forest, when they encountered wolf packs, it was at most a few hundred.

Earlier, there were over a thousand wolves.

And after killing over a thousand, there were still so many left.

If this wasn't a wolf's den, what was?

"Yes, conservatively estimated there are about eighty wolves around eighty-thousand years old, and as for fifty-thousand, sixty-thousand, seventy-thousand-year-old wolves, it's impossible to estimate, but probably over two thousand, I'd guess."

Ye Feng nodded.

He had no reason to deceive everyone about this.

After all, right now, they were all grasshoppers on the same string.

If something went wrong, they'd all be in trouble together.

"So many? That is indeed troublesome!!"

The expression on Du Gubo's face also became grave.

After all, the fighting power of eighty eighty-thousand-year wolves combined with several thousand wolves aged between fifty and seventy thousand years... you didn't need to be a genius to understand how terrifying that was.