If he disregards the battle group of sixth-rank martial artists, he can use the Devouring Mystic Technique to attack the werewolf soldiers within a certain range, helping the human soldiers establish an advantage. However, once a sixth-rank werewolf expert is free to attack, the human soldiers will be slaughtered.

Therefore, apart from occasionally using flying needles to attack some werewolf soldiers and help the human soldiers who were at a disadvantage escape danger, Chen Feng had to focus most of his energy on the main battlefield, constantly using the Devouring Mystic Technique to attack the sixth-rank werewolves.

However, for a sixth-grade werewolf powerhouse, the attack of the Devouring Mystic Technique was merely like a needle prick, only slightly affecting them and causing a headache, but still within their tolerable range.

"If I had known, I should have set up some formations inside the camp, which would have helped to stop the werewolf army," Chen Feng thought to himself with regret. But now that things had come to this, he could only give it his all.

"You little wolf cub, I'll f*** your mother."

Just then, a loud shout came from the special operations squad leader and the guard squad leader. It turned out that the special operations squad leader had been injured by the gray tree, and a bloody gash had been cut open on his back, and the blood quickly stained his clothes.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone. No one had expected the gray tree to possess such immense power and aggression.

The special operations squad leader glared angrily at the werewolf Gray Tree, his eyes flashing with fury.

He never expected to get injured so quickly, and he wished he could tear the hateful gray tree to pieces immediately.

At this moment, the guard platoon leader also became nervous. He quickly helped up the special operations platoon leader and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you badly injured?"

The special operations squad leader gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing, this little injury is nothing. However, Gray Tree is very strong, we need to be careful."

The sergeant nodded in agreement. The two men exchanged a glance, then simultaneously launched an attack on the gray tree, fighting it with all their might.

"The Devouring Mystic Technique".

"Sword Qi Storm".

Upon seeing this situation, Chen Feng immediately launched a support operation.

He concentrated his mental energy and launched a powerful mental attack in an attempt to interfere with and weaken Graytree's thinking ability.

At the same time, he skillfully manipulated the sword energy longsword, making it speed away like lightning, accurately flying towards the gray tree, successfully blocking its pursuit of the special operations squad leader.

This series of swift and decisive actions forced Gray Tree to stop, giving the special operations squad leader precious time to escape the danger.

However, at this moment, Uli and Gray Tree both looked in Chen Feng's direction. They had discovered that a human mentalist was attacking them, but the opponent was relatively weak and could only have a slight impact on them.

This made them uncomfortable, so their eyes met in mid-air, and they made a decision instantly: to use their free hands to kill this human mentalist and prevent him from growing into a huge threat.

"howl--"

Finally, Uli suddenly let out a deafening howl, as if it were about to pierce the sky.

His massive body darted through the air, weaving through the gray trees with lightning speed, a dazzling display of skill.

In that instant, he successfully blocked the path of the two squad leaders, preventing them from continuing their pursuit of Gray Tree.

At the same time, Gray Tree seized the opportunity, quickly turned around, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he charged toward Chen Feng's position, his movements swift and decisive.

The weapon in his hand gleamed coldly, carrying a deadly threat.

Chen Feng's expression changed as he sensed the powerful aura and killing intent emanating from Gray Tree.

"Oh no, they've spotted me."

It turned out that Chen Feng had been hiding in the crowd, not wanting those sixth-grade werewolf experts to notice him. Now it seemed that his frequent actions had attracted their attention, so he immediately turned around and rushed out of the stronghold.

At this moment, the stronghold was in complete chaos, which made it impossible for Chen Feng to use the Wind Riding Technique to escape. So he rushed directly out of the stronghold, hoping that if he could lure away a sixth-grade werewolf expert, it would alleviate the situation inside the stronghold.

"howl--"

A sharp, long howl rang out, echoing across the entire battlefield.

The massive body of the gray tree charged toward Chen Feng like a moving mountain, its eyes flashing with intense killing intent, clearly wanting to completely annihilate this human soldier who dared to provoke it.

However, Chen Feng was not intimidated by Gray Tree's imposing presence. He nimbly moved through the woods, cleverly using the trees and terrain to evade Gray Tree's pursuit.

He knew he couldn't confront the gray tree head-on; he could only find a way to survive through wisdom and skill.

The gray tree pursued relentlessly, each step carrying immense power, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

It was extremely fast, and despite Chen Feng's best efforts, he was gradually overtaken.

Chen Feng's heart sank, knowing that if things continued like this, he would be caught by Gray Tree sooner or later.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

Chen Feng's Wind Riding Technique was like a whirlwind, stirring up the surrounding leaves and dust. His speed was as fast as lightning, and his figure was like a phantom, making him difficult to catch.

As he sped along, the surrounding trees seemed to be propelled by an invisible force, tilting to both sides. The leaves danced in the wind, as if cheering for him.

The dust on the ground was kicked up by his footsteps, forming a billowing cloud of dust, as if a giant dragon was chasing him.

Chen Feng moved swiftly through the woods, his gaze firm and sharp, as if trying to pierce through the dense forest. His breathing was rapid, yet full of power.

Every breath he took felt like a fierce battle with the wind, and he was the victor in that battle.

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