"howl--"

"boom--"

At this very moment, the thrilling battle between the gray werewolves and the black werewolves on the other side of the battlefield was coming to an end.

The six once vigorous gray werewolves were now all lying slumped on the ground. Three of them were dead on the spot, while the other three were seriously injured and had lost all strength to get up and fight again.

However, these brave and fearless gray werewolves were not without their achievements. In this fierce battle, they successfully felled ten powerful sixth-rank black werewolves.

Of the ten werewolves, seven had closed their eyes forever, and the other three were too badly wounded to continue fighting. Thus, it could be said that both sides had suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to fight.

But for Chen Feng, those fifth-rank gray werewolves were nothing more than disposable consumables.

Even if they were all wiped out in the end, Chen Feng would never feel any pity or regret.

Because in his heart, there was only one unwavering goal—to completely annihilate the enemies like Heicang and to inflict a devastating blow on the Black Werewolf tribe.

As long as this ultimate goal is achieved, then whatever the cost, it will be worthwhile.

"boom--"

Time slipped by unnoticed, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn was gone in the blink of an eye. However, the fierce battle between Chen Feng and Hei Cang never ceased.

This intense battle had left both of them exhausted and severely depleted. At this moment, Chen Feng could no longer muster any more sharp sword energy, and his internal energy had been depleted by more than half, like water bursting its banks.

On the other hand, the situation in Heicang is equally dire. The once majestic Wolf God Blood Armor has vanished without a trace, meaning that the time limit for the Wolf God's possession has passed.

As the power of the wolf god faded, his strength declined significantly, and his already serious injuries became even more severe.

"Cough cough cough—"

After the collision, Chen Feng was thrown back several meters, while Hei Cang fell into the dust. However, he quickly got up and coughed repeatedly.

"Weren't you making a big fuss? How are you now? If the Black Werewolf Clan's prodigy is just like you, then there's nothing to be afraid of," Chen Feng said coldly.

"Cough, human, don't be so smug. Although I am injured now, killing you is still a piece of cake."

However, as the heir of the Black Werewolf clan, I also have my own pride. I wanted to kill you with my own strength, but now it seems I can't do it.

However, as long as I can kill you and eliminate a prodigy of humanity, any means are acceptable, so prepare to die.

The man in black coughed violently, each cough seeming as if he were coughing up his lungs, but a cold and ferocious sneer hung on his face.

He slowly raised his hand, trembling as he reached for his neck, and carefully removed a piece of green jade from there.

This piece of jade is only about half the size of a palm, but its surface emits a faint bluish light, rippling gently like water.

As Hei Cang held the jade in his palm, everyone could clearly feel an extremely rich aura of mental energy continuously gushing out from it.

This surge of spiritual energy was like a surging tide, impacting the minds of everyone present wave after wave.

"Buzz—"

Hei Cang suddenly channeled his power into the cyan jade in his hand.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the jade, as brilliant as a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

With a flash of light, an incomparably powerful spiritual force surged out of the jade like a wild horse.

This mental force was exceptionally violent and terrifying; wherever it passed, the surrounding air was stirred up, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

In the blink of an eye, this powerful mental force rapidly gathered and condensed in mid-air, eventually forming a huge, aged-looking black werewolf phantom.

The figure of the black werewolf appeared and disappeared, surrounded by wisps of black mist, giving it a mysterious and unpredictable feel.

Its blood-red eyes revealed endless ferocity and violence, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hei Cang, have you encountered a powerful enemy? The soul essence I gave you is for your survival; if you use it up, you'll never have it again," the aged black werewolf phantom said to Hei Cang.

“Great-grandfather, I met a prodigy of the human race. He is the successor of the human martial saint from decades ago, and he passed on his sword technique specifically designed to target our race.”

"I couldn't kill him after our great battle, so I asked my great-grandfather to kill him to prevent a new Heavenly King powerhouse from emerging in the future." Hei Cang respectfully said to the aged black werewolf's soul.

"Human prodigy, the successor of Di Feng, hehehe, this seems to be the place where I fought Di Feng back then. Killing his successor here would be a good thing."

The aged black werewolf's soul slowly turned its withered and wrinkled head, struggling to turn towards Chen Feng's direction like a rusty machine.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling chuckle came from its mouth, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless gloom and terror.

In the blink of an eye, before Chen Feng could fully react, the black werewolf's soul suddenly erupted and attacked, lunging at Chen Feng like a black lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a streak of black light, hurtling straight toward Chen Feng's head with lightning speed.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Chen Feng was shocked, but his strong mental fortitude, honed through years of life-and-death experiences, kept him from panicking.

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