"Howling Moon Roar—"

Suddenly, the black creature raised its head and let out a deafening roar towards the sky!

In an instant, a bright, moon-like phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, which was originally filled with thick fog.

The moon's shadow seemed to exist in reality, emitting a soft and cool light that seemed to illuminate the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, streams of dreamlike moonlight poured down from the illusory moon, falling like silver threads and landing precisely on Hei Cang's massive body.

As the moonlight merged with it, Hei Cang's already formidable aura surged once more, increasing by a full three-tenths!

You should know that this is a top-level martial art passed down through generations of the Black Wolf Clan, and it is even known as the Black Wolf King's unique skill!

Although it has been passed down and evolved over a long period of time, this martial art has diversified into various low-level versions.

Even so, mastering even the most basic part of it would be an immense honor for ordinary Black Werewolf descendants.

Chen Feng's face was cold and stern as his gaze swept over his opponent like lightning. He said coldly, "This martial skill is not bad, but compared to a true master, it still falls short of the mark!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved suddenly, and his long sword swung out like a dragon emerging from the sea.

In an instant, sword light flashed and sword energy crisscrossed as Chen Feng unleashed his unique Fenglang Sword Technique.

As the sword technique unfolded, a powerful force rapidly spread out from him, forming an incomplete rudimentary domain around him in the blink of an eye.

Although this field is still in its infancy, the momentum it exudes is already extraordinary.

In particular, the special aura targeting the werewolf race surged forth like a raging torrent, sweeping across Heicang in all directions.

Faced with such immense pressure, the once majestic and arrogant Hei Cang suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and constraint.

Its aura was instantly suppressed, as if it were being crushed by an incredibly heavy mountain, and its strength was immediately weakened.

"This is the sword technique of that human martial saint from decades ago, a sword technique specifically designed to target our race. I never expected that you would be his successor. Today, I will kill you."

Hei Cang actually knew the Fenglang Sword Technique, which clearly shows that Marshal Di Feng left a deep impression on the Black Wolf Clan's higher-ups back then, and they have passed on the relevant information to their descendants.

"kill--"

With that roar, Chen Feng charged fearlessly toward the roaring Black Cang like a maddened beast.

Faced with Hei Cang's deafening roar, Chen Feng not only showed no sign of backing down, but instead became even more courageous.

His eyes flashed with a firm and sharp light, and his hands moved like phantoms, unleashing powerful mental attacks and exquisite martial arts attacks at the same time!

In an instant, all sorts of dazzling lights intertwined and collided in the air, producing a series of booming sounds.

Chen Feng unleashed his full power, each move containing boundless might, as if he were about to tear the world apart.

"howl--"

Meanwhile, Hei Cang had already entered a berserk state.

Its entire body was shrouded in a layer of dense, almost tangible, blackish-red blood energy, and from a distance, it looked like an enormous werewolf phantom standing there.

The phantom exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, like a demon from the depths of hell.

However, Chen Feng was not intimidated by Hei Cang's terrifying aura.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit soared, and his attacks became increasingly fierce. Thus began a breathtaking, life-or-death battle!

"boom--"

The two figures flashed through the air like lightning, each collision unleashing a deafening roar. Their power was like a surging torrent, sweeping away everything around them.

On the ground, the once solid earth was shattered by their fierce battle, and huge rocks were knocked away and scattered everywhere.

In mid-air, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming visible shockwaves that spread outwards. On the mountain peaks, boulders tumbled down, dust billowed, as if the end of the world had arrived.

However, Chen Feng's formation was like an impregnable fortress. The materials used to set up the formation were buried deep underground, becoming one with the earth, making the formation as stable as Mount Tai.

Even though the surrounding mountains, rocks, and vegetation were destroyed beyond recognition, the formation remained completely unscathed.

In the midst of this fierce battle, the canyon was in complete disarray, while the outside remained eerily quiet, as if blocked by an invisible barrier, with not a single sound escaping.

"howl--"

"boom--"

Time slipped away quietly like a fleeting moment, and the battlefield situation on both sides gradually became clearer.

The three men from the Black Blade faction launched a fierce attack on the Black Lightning faction like tigers descending a mountain.

The three members of Black Lightning's side fought back with all their might, but unfortunately, they were ambushed by the enemy at the beginning and were seriously injured. Now, their situation has only worsened.

Their resistance grew increasingly violent and intense, like a trapped beast struggling to break free from its desperate situation.

However, the disparity in strength and the burden of their injuries rendered their efforts futile. Each counterattack felt like a spent arrow, failing to pose a substantial threat to the enemy.

At this moment, the attacks of the three Black Blades became even more ferocious, sweeping in like a storm. The wounds on the three Black Lightning members continued to multiply, and blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

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