"howl--"

The werewolf leader stared wide-eyed at Chen Feng, letting out a low growl.

It sensed a tremendous threat from Chen Feng, especially from that longsword that gleamed with a cold light, which seemed like a messenger from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

Chen Feng stood firmly in place, his eyes resolute and cold, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if he longed to clash with his enemy.

The air around us seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere was suffocating.

The werewolf leader could no longer contain its fear and rage. It opened its blood-red maw and howled madly, its voice deafening.

It strode forward with enormous strides, like a moving mountain, rushing towards Chen Feng.

Each step left a deep footprint on the ground, as if to tear the earth apart.

At the same time, the werewolf leader brandished his huge sword, the blade flashing, and slashed at Chen Feng with fierce momentum.

The wind howled past, stirring up a cloud of dust, as if to drag the whole world into this life-or-death struggle.

"boom--"

Chen Feng moved like a ghost, swiftly dodging the werewolf leader's powerful attack.

The werewolf leader's greatsword slashed the ground with a sharp whistling sound, sending up countless snowflakes that resembled blooming ice flowers.

The snowflakes created a hazy mist around them, adding a touch of mystery to the scene.

Chen Feng swiftly retaliated, his longsword flashing out like lightning, striking the werewolf leader precisely in the ribs.

Where the blade sliced ​​through, it left a thin trail of blood, splashing a shocking crimson stain on the pristine snow.

The crimson hue appeared exceptionally vibrant against the backdrop of the snow, resembling a red plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.

Chen Feng's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

His gaze was firm and sharp, revealing an unparalleled confidence and determination.

Every movement was full of power and skill, leaving people in awe.

"Buzz—"

At this moment, Chen Feng shone like a bright star, emanating a chilling aura.

He unleashed the Devouring Mystic Technique once more, and the powerful spiritual force surged like a raging wave, fiercely impacting the werewolf leader.

At the same time, the sonic attack of Howling Moon Roar swept in like a violent hurricane.

The werewolf leader's movements slowed down noticeably, as if his body was bound by an invisible force.

Chen Feng's finger strikes shot out like lightning, leaving several small bloody holes in the werewolf leader's body.

However, these injuries seemed insignificant to the werewolf leader, who was in a berserk state.

The werewolf leader continued to roar, his voice like thunder, deafening.

He brandished his enormous sword, sweeping wildly around, each swing carrying unparalleled power.

The blade flashed, as if it would tear the entire world apart.

Suddenly, the werewolf leader's greatsword slashed down at Chen Feng's head, its force like Mount Tai crushing an egg, leaving no room for breathing.

A resolute glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. He dodged the fatal blow with a swift movement.

At this moment, the battle between Chen Feng and the werewolf leader had entered a fierce stage.

The werewolf and human soldiers around them retreated like a tide, leaving only the two figures locked in fierce combat within a hundred meters.

Chen Feng moved like lightning, his Wind Riding Technique as elusive as a ghost. His figure flickered around the werewolf leader, fast as the wind, dazzling the eye.

Each movement carried a sharp, aggressive force, as if it were about to tear the air apart.

His sword was as cunning as a venomous snake, constantly piercing the werewolf leader's body, leaving one hideous wound after another.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Occasionally, Chen Feng would unleash the Vajra Fist, a fist forged from steel, carrying indestructible power, which would slam heavily into the werewolf leader.

Each punch produced a muffled thud, as if it were about to shatter the opponent's bones.

The Spirit Finger is as swift as lightning, its force like an arrow, aimed straight at the werewolf leader's vitals.

Although the werewolf leader fought back fiercely, Chen Feng's attacks were as dense as a storm, leaving him exhausted.

Chen Feng's movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation. His steps were light and agile, as if he were performing a magnificent dance.

The werewolf leader, however, appeared somewhat clumsy. Although his greatsword was formidable, it was rendered useless in the face of Chen Feng's speed.

Chen Feng's eyes gleamed with determination and resolve; he held only one belief in his heart: to defeat the werewolf leader and protect the peace of the human race.

Each of his attacks contained boundless power, and each dodge was full of wisdom.

In this life-or-death struggle, Chen Feng displayed unparalleled strength and skill; his figure was like that of a war god, inspiring awe.

"kill--"

"howl--"

"boom--"

At this moment, all the soldiers on the surrounding human positions rushed out like a tidal wave, shouting.

Their eyes gleamed with determination and resolve, and they gripped their sharp weapons tightly, as if they wanted to tear their enemies to pieces.

The human soldiers who surrounded the werewolf army moved swiftly and decisively, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, unleashing a frenzied slaughter.

Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and every thrust was filled with boundless killing intent.

The werewolf army did not surrender easily; their eyes burned with rage, and they let out low growls.

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