"boom--"

In that blink of an eye, the sky above Little Wolf Mountain and the surrounding area for several miles seemed to be ignited. The human forces and the werewolf forces collided with each other like two surging torrents with overwhelming force!

In an instant, shouts of battle, roars, and the clanging of weapons resounded through the sky, deafeningly loud; a violent and chaotic aura swept out in all directions like a powerful storm, causing sand and stones to fly and even the grass and trees to tremble in its wake!

The battle was incredibly intense, with soldiers on both sides fighting with ferocity, charging at each other without regard for their own safety.

The scene was filled with flashing swords and clashing blades, each swing carrying a deadly threat; the spiked clubs, when swung, created gusts of wind and struck the enemy with a dull thud.

On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and soldiers fell with screams. But surprisingly, the ones who fell were the huge, seemingly ferocious werewolf soldiers.

"Swish swish——"

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of battle were deafening. Chen Feng stood firmly in the center of the battlefield like a war god, his eyes sharp as an eagle, tightly controlling the entire battle situation.

Whenever a human soldier is accidentally injured, his keen senses react as swiftly as lightning.

In an instant, a dazzling sword aura shot out from his hand, transforming into a gleaming longsword that hurtled toward the werewolf soldier opposite him with lightning speed.

This sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sun, carrying unparalleled power and fierce killing intent. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound.

The werewolf soldiers opposite had no time to dodge. With a muffled "thud," the sword pierced through the chest of one of the werewolf soldiers, and blood splattered everywhere.

The werewolf soldier didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, dead.

The other werewolf soldiers were terrified at the sight, their faces filled with fear. But before they could react, several more sword strikes came in quick succession, hitting even more werewolf soldiers with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, the werewolf camp suffered heavy casualties, and cries of agony filled the air.

However, Chen Feng showed no sign of stopping his attack. His eyes grew increasingly cold, and his hands moved incessantly, unleashing a continuous stream of sword energy towards his enemy.

As time went on, the number of werewolves' casualties increased, while the human race, thanks to the timely assistance of the powerful Chen Feng, suffered relatively fewer wounded and dead soldiers.