"Swish swish——"

Before the human forces even reached the mountaintop, the werewolf soldiers, who had been waiting in full battle array, launched their attack.

They drew their bows and nocked arrows, and a barrage of sharp arrows rained down on the human soldiers below the mountain.

In an instant, arrows flew everywhere, forming a dense curtain of arrow rain.

However, the human race was not without a fighting chance. Those battle-hardened and powerful ordinary eighth-rank martial artists unleashed their unique skills.

Some nimbly shifted left and right, skillfully dodging the rain of arrows; others wielded sharp blades, wielding them with great force, slicing away the incoming arrows one by one.

For a time, the sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air on the battlefield.

Nevertheless, this overwhelming rain of arrows still had some impact on the human race.

After all, even though these martial artists were highly skilled, a few unlucky ones were still hit by long arrows, either in the arm or the leg, and some were even pierced through vital organs by a single arrow and fell to the ground on the spot.

Overall, the human forces did not lose their composure and continued their determined charge towards the summit.

"Bang bang bang—"

However, among the vast group of human warriors, there are indeed some experts who possess ranged attack capabilities.

These people are skilled in throwing concealed weapons, and can shoot various concealed weapons at the enemy with amazing speed and accuracy.

Moreover, the battle-hardened eighth-rank soldiers were particularly noteworthy, as many of them carried advanced long-range firearms.

These sharpshooters are agile and quick-witted; while charging into battle, they can also quickly aim and fire back.

Their eyes were incredibly sharp, always able to accurately spot the werewolf archers and pull the trigger in an instant, firing deadly bullets.

Gunfire erupted across the battlefield, bullets rained down, and a fierce and thrilling long-range duel ensued between the werewolf archers and the werewolf archers.

"Swish swish——"

Moreover, as the human warriors gradually approached Little Wolf Mountain, the spiritual power within their bodies surged like a raging torrent.

Many people were chanting incantations, and instantly, sharp sword energies surged from above their heads, intertwining and converging in the air to form huge sword energy storms.

These sword energy storms, like raging tornadoes, swept across the werewolves of Little Wolf Mountain with devastating force.

Although the power of a single sword aura storm is not particularly strong, due to the large number of people involved, the dense, sky-covering sword aura storm is like a terrifying rain of swords, catching the werewolves on Little Wolf Mountain off guard.

Faced with this sudden attack, the werewolves were terrified, and their once orderly ranks instantly descended into chaos.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng, who had been observing the battle, saw this and unleashed his special skill without hesitation.

He raised his head and let out a long roar, his spiritual power suddenly erupting, and hundreds of dazzling sword energies instantly condensed above his head.

These sword energies intertwined, swirled, and danced, like a group of agile dragons playing and frolicking in the air.

Immediately afterwards, they merged together at an astonishing speed, transforming into huge and sharp swords of sword energy, each sword radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

"go!"

Chen Feng shouted and waved his arm. The sword energy swords shot through the sky like arrows, making a sharp and piercing sound as they sped straight towards Little Wolf Mountain.

Its speed is as fast as lightning streaking across the sky; its power is so great that it can split mountains and shatter rocks, and cut through gold and jade!

"ah--"

Chen Feng closed his eyes slightly, completely focused on controlling the sword energy longsword formed from his powerful mental energy.

These longswords seemed to come alive, tracing a sharp arc in the air as they hurtled straight toward the werewolf archers.

Although the werewolf archers were seasoned veterans, they were powerless against such terrifying attacks.

Their eyes widened in horror as they watched the approaching, cold light grow ever stronger. They tried to dodge, but found their bodies seemingly bound by an invisible force, completely unable to move.

Several muffled "thud" sounds rang out as the sword energy pierced through the chests of the werewolf archers like lightning, drawing out sprays of blood.

These poor fellows didn't even have time to scream before they were already dead. Chen Feng, on the other hand, was like a cold-blooded executioner, expressionlessly calling out names as he shot these enemies one by one on the spot.

"kill--"

"howl--"

"boom--"

The human warriors were as light as swallows and as fast as the wind; their speed was simply astonishing!

They engaged in a thrilling long-range battle with the werewolves. After only two rounds of combat, and in just five or six minutes, the human forces had rushed to the foot of Little Wolf Mountain like a whirlwind.

The leading group of sixth-rank martial artists took the lead, wielding sharp blades and exuding a powerful aura, as if war gods had descended.

With a roar, the human soldiers behind him shouted and charged up the mountain with him.

At this moment, a large number of werewolf soldiers also charged down from Little Wolf Mountain.

The two sides clashed instantly, a flurry of flashing blades and the deafening roars and shouts of battle echoing through the sky. In a flash, blood splattered, limbs flew, and the fiercest battle began…

On Little Wolf Mountain, there were about 280 werewolf soldiers gathered in dense crowd.

However, do not underestimate these mere two hundred people, for they are all elite troops who have been carefully selected and battle-hardened!

Among these werewolf soldiers, the three most powerful were those who had reached the sixth-rank martial artist level.

They were tall and imposing, with muscles as hard as steel, and every breath they took seemed to cause the surrounding air to tremble.

The seventh-rank martial artists made up nearly half of the group, and they were not to be underestimated either, each of them being agile and imposing.

As for the remaining soldiers, they were all eighth-rank werewolves. Although they were slightly inferior in rank, their innate agility and strength still posed a great threat to the enemy.

They discovered that the human forces far outnumbered their own.

Faced with such a huge disparity in troop strength, the werewolves showed no sign of backing down; on the contrary, they were aroused with strong fighting spirit and killing intent.

In an instant, all the werewolf soldiers seemed to be enraged and entered a berserk state.

Their eyes, which were already gleaming with a cold light, turned even more bloodshot, like burning flames, revealing endless madness and violence.

At the same time, the violent aura emanating from them swept around like a surging wave, sending chills down one's spine.