Each of these two units had about seven or eight hundred men, totaling more than 1,500 men.

They were clad in sturdy armor, their hands gripping sharp weapons that gleamed coldly.

Their faces were filled with determination and resolve, and their eyes revealed a desire for victory.

It turned out that they were reinforcements that Si Yuniang had invited from the left and right strongholds. After the werewolf troops appeared, they acted quickly as if they had received an order.

They moved with incredible speed, sweeping in like a whirlwind, leaving everyone in awe.

Their shouts of battle were deafening, as if they were about to overturn the entire valley.

On the battlefield, smoke and dust billowed, and the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined, creating a breathtaking symphony.

The human forces and the werewolf forces engaged in fierce combat, neither side giving an inch, and for a time it was difficult to determine a winner.

The human warriors fought bravely, repeatedly slashing at the werewolves' bodies with their weapons.

The werewolves were not to be outdone; they bared their fangs and claws, attacking the human warriors with their sharp claws and teeth.

Blood splattered in the air, staining the earth red.

Everyone is fighting for their beliefs and honor, fearless and forging ahead.

In this fierce battle, the brilliance of humanity and courage were fully displayed.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The cold wind howled like a raging storm, and snowflakes fell like goose feathers.

On this vast snow-covered land, a thrilling battle is unfolding in full swing.

Nearly four thousand human troops surrounded two thousand werewolf troops like an iron torrent. Their figures crisscrossed on the snow, and shouts of battle and the clash of weapons resounded through the sky.

The human soldiers were clad in heavy armor and wielded sharp weapons; their eyes revealed determination and courage.

The werewolf troops, on the other hand, exuded wildness and ferocity; their fur danced in the cold wind, and they occasionally let out low growls.

The battle was extremely fierce, with soldiers from both sides engaging in close combat on the snow.

The human soldiers' swordsmanship was sharp and their knife skills were fierce; every attack carried boundless power.

Werewolves, on the other hand, use their agility and sharp claws to engage in fierce battles with their enemies.

Blood splattered on the snow, staining the white snowflakes red, creating a shocking scene.

This werewolf force consists of about two to three hundred black werewolves, red werewolves, and blue werewolves, and their strength is clearly greater than that of the other gray werewolves.

Faced with the sudden attack by humans, they displayed a tenacious fighting spirit and surprisingly suffered few casualties, with most of them still alive.

However, at this time they were already being closely watched by the powerful figures from various human forces and martial arts schools.

Although these warriors were not as well-trained as soldiers, they were far more powerful.

They moved nimbly across the battlefield like ghosts, their martial arts skills unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

Their every move was as swift as lightning, putting immense pressure on the werewolves.

The whole scene was like a grand painting, full of tension and excitement.

Snowflakes danced in the wind, as if cheering on this fierce battle.

Humans and werewolves engaged in a life-or-death struggle on the snow, neither side backing down, fighting for their beliefs and honor.

"kill--"

"howl--"

"boom--"

The battle had been going on for about an hour. The werewolf soldiers were surrounded by the human forces, and despite their efforts to break through, they were unable to do so.

Their bodies were covered in blood, and their eyes revealed despair and fear.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the werewolf leader was extremely anxious. He roared incessantly, trying to lead his werewolf army to fight their way out.

However, Chen Feng stood firmly in his way like an impregnable fortress.

Chen Feng's eyes were firm and cold, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light. Every swing of the sword carried a sharp momentum.

The werewolf leader launched a series of attacks, his claws slicing through the air and creating gusts of wind.

However, Chen Feng easily dodged to the side and swung his sword to counterattack.

His movements were fluid and graceful, each sword strike precisely hitting the werewolf leader's vital points.

As time went on, the werewolf leader gradually became exhausted.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes began to look unfocused.

Chen Feng seized this opportunity and launched a fierce attack.

His sword flashed like lightning, swiftly piercing the werewolf leader's chest.

The werewolf leader tried to escape, but it was too late.

The longsword pierced deeply into the werewolf leader's body, and blood gushed out. The werewolf leader let out a shrill scream, and his body slowly collapsed.

His eyes remained wide open, as if still telling of his resentment and despair.

The death of the werewolf leader filled the hearts of the other werewolf soldiers with fear.

Their momentum immediately weakened, and their originally fierce attacks became feeble and ineffective.

Seeing this, Chen Feng immediately freed his hands and began to help the others.

His figure moved across the battlefield, each appearance bringing a storm of bloodshed.

Chen Feng specifically sought out fifth-rank werewolf experts; his sword was like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of his enemies.

His every sword strike was incredibly precise, making them impossible to defend against.

Under his attack, the fifth-rank werewolf experts fell one after another, their corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, forming a horrific scene.

At this moment, the fifth-rank werewolves became Chen Feng's target, as they were the only ones who could increase their mental power through the Devouring Mystic Technique.

Chen Feng stared intently at the werewolves, his eyes gleaming with determination.

With his skillful assistance, the remaining fifth-rank werewolves were defeated one by one by their opponents.

Every attack was precise and deadly, as if Chen Feng had already discerned the enemy's weaknesses.

His movements were as natural as flowing water, each step full of power and rhythm.

The werewolf's momentum gradually waned, and its once proud head began to droop.

Their eyes revealed despair and fear, as if they could already see their own doom.

Some werewolves scattered and fled, their steps frantic and disorderly, as if driven by an invisible force.

Some tried to break through, their bodies tense and muscles bulging, but they could not succeed under the tight defense of Chen Feng and his companions.

Some werewolves chose to commit suicide, their faces filled with despair and helplessness.

They slashed their throats with their sharp claws, blood gushing out and staining the ground red.

The bloody scene was chilling, but it also highlighted the werewolves' determination and courage.

A few werewolves chose to surrender, laying down their weapons and raising their hands to indicate their willingness to submit.

Their eyes were filled with exhaustion and helplessness, as if they had just experienced an unbearable nightmare.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

However, Si Yuniang did not intend to keep the werewolf prisoners. Instead, she gave an order, and the crowd rushed forward and killed all the hundreds of werewolf soldiers who had surrendered.