Chen Feng personally led a team, their movements light and agile, like cheetahs hunting on the grassland. Their eyes were alert, not missing a single slight movement.

The whole scene was tense and exciting, as if a silent battle was quietly unfolding.

"Captain, what do we do with these werewolves?" a soldier asked.

"Kill them all," Chen Feng said coldly.

Because it was wartime, Chen Feng knew he couldn't leave any hidden dangers behind. His gaze was cold, and he secretly resolved not to let any werewolf live.

Even the items belonging to the werewolf tribe, except for those of higher value, he did not hesitate to hide them, waiting to send someone to retrieve them later.

"kill--"

With a roar, the reconnaissance team charged into the werewolf tribe like tigers.

The old, weak, and young werewolves, upon seeing the human soldiers, instantly ignited fury in their eyes. Roaring, they picked up their weapons without hesitation and charged at the enemy.

Although their movements were somewhat clumsy, their fierce appearance was in no way inferior to that of well-trained werewolf soldiers.

The human soldiers showed no mercy; they marched forward with firm steps toward the werewolves.

The swords in their hands gleamed coldly, each swing carrying deadly force. The air in the werewolf tribe was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground was already stained red with blood.

Chen Feng stood aside, calmly observing the progress of the battle.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, with the human soldiers displaying unwavering fighting spirit and superb combat skills.

They cooperated seamlessly, relentlessly eliminating the werewolves. In this bloody massacre, the werewolf tribe gradually came under the control of the human soldiers.