However, the result was the same; their efforts created quite a commotion but proved nearly futile.
This really triggered Yang Zhenshan's stubbornness. He couldn't believe it. Was it truly impossible for him to break this array?
So, one man and ten wolves tirelessly grated away for a whole day. Until dusk fell, the array remained unbroken.
On the other hand, the group of Green Wolves was exhausted, each lying on the ground with tongues hanging out, dog-tired!
The Wind Spirit Fruit could replenish their spiritual power, but it couldn't withstand continuous and intense attacks.
"I just don't believe it!"
Yang Zhenshan was still unwilling to give up. He once again took out his spear, frantically jabbing at the array's barrier.
The spear was almost smoking from his jabbing, yet ripples still rose from the array's barrier.
"Alright, I admit you're strong. We'll fight again tomorrow!"
