"Whoosh—"

Chen Feng's figure moved with lightning speed, like a phantom rushing across the chaotic battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, he had already charged into the dense crowd of wolves, leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake.

The three hundred brave and fearless soldiers who charged alongside Chen Feng followed closely behind him like a tightly connected torrent of steel.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized and their momentum was overwhelming, like an invincible, sharp sword that ruthlessly tore through the enemy's defenses.

These warriors were all agile and highly skilled in martial arts. The weapons in their hands gleamed with a cold light, and every swing of their weapons carried a sharp whistling sound and a deadly killing intent.

Any werewolf they encountered had no time to react before being decapitated and bleeding profusely.

For a time, shouts of killing and screams of agony filled the battlefield, sending chills down one's spine.

Chen Feng moved like lightning, swiftly traversing the wilderness.

His expression was solemn, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his hands waved continuously, with invisible spiritual power surging out from his body.

This powerful spiritual force spread rapidly outwards from Chen Feng, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Those werewolves hiding in the shadows or charging forward were instantly enveloped by this spiritual power.

In an instant, the once ferocious werewolves seemed to have been struck by a severe blow, clutching their heads in pain and letting out mournful howls.

The weaker werewolf soldiers, in particular, could not bear the intense pain caused by this mental shock. Their heads were splitting, as if countless steel needles were stabbing wildly in their brains.

Some werewolf soldiers were in so much pain that they couldn't hold onto their weapons and could only watch helplessly as they fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, the human soldiers seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Amidst the flashing blades, the werewolf soldiers, now defenseless, fell one after another into pools of blood, becoming lambs to the slaughter.

"howl--"

Just then, the fifth-rank werewolf leader finally let out a deafening roar, as if it would tear the entire battlefield apart.

He snatched a gleaming broadsword from a werewolf soldier and swung it horizontally like a raging whirlwind.

The broadsword drew sharp arcs in the air, carrying boundless power, and instantly cut several human soldiers in two.

Blood splattered everywhere, limbs and severed bodies flew about, the scene was horrific.

Seeing this, Si Yuniang fearlessly stepped forward, holding a long sword and charging forward to try to stop the werewolf leader's attack.

However, the opponent's strength was too great. With a single swing of his sword, it was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, and Si Yuniang was completely unable to resist.

She was sent flying, sword and all, her body arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, staining her pale face red.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with only the howl of the werewolf leader echoing in the air.

The human soldiers watched this scene in horror, their hearts filled with despair and fear.

"Whoosh—"

Just then, Chen Feng's figure flashed over like lightning.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, shooting towards the werewolf leader like a shooting star.

The werewolf leader sensed the powerful sword energy, and a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes.

However, it did not back down, but instead opened its blood-red maw, ready to meet the attack.

Chen Feng's swordsmanship was like a sudden storm, with each strike containing boundless power.

The sword energy clashed with the werewolf's claws, producing a crisp clang. Sparks flew, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

In that breathtaking moment, Chen Feng reached out and pulled Si Yuniang's delicate body tightly into his arms.

His movements were gentle yet swift, as if he were afraid of hurting her. Si Yuniang's body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Chen Feng looked down at Si Yuniang in his arms, his eyes filled with concern. He gently stroked her hair and comforted her, "Battalion Commander Si, are you alright?"

His voice was deep and gentle, as if it could penetrate Si Yuniang's soul.

Si Yuniang felt Chen Feng's warmth, and her mood gradually calmed down.

She looked up into Chen Feng's eyes, her gaze filled with gratitude.

She nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you."

A smile appeared on Chen Feng's face as he hugged Si Yuniang tightly, as if trying to merge her into his own body.

In this perilous moment, their hearts were connected, as if they had become one.

"It's alright. This werewolf leader is too strong. Let's join forces to deal with him," Si Yuniang said to Chen Feng, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Leave him to me, you deal with the other werewolf powerhouses," Chen Feng said, shaking his head.

This werewolf leader was like an insurmountable mountain, his body tall and mighty, his muscles bulging, and every breath he took seemed to stir up the surrounding air.

His eyes revealed a wildness and cruelty that sent chills down one's spine.

The human warriors present all showed fear, knowing full well the difference in strength between themselves and the werewolf leader.

Although Si Yuniang had broken through to become a fifth-rank martial artist, she still seemed somewhat powerless under the werewolf leader's storm-like attacks.

Each punch from the werewolf leader carried the force of thunder, the wind howling as if it would tear space apart.

His movements were swift and powerful, as fast as lightning, making it impossible for anyone to dodge.

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