During the troops' rest period, Chen Feng sharply surveyed his surroundings. He was well aware of the threat posed by the werewolf troops, so he decisively arranged for an elite reconnaissance squad.

These scouts, carrying light equipment, moved silently around the tribe, their steps light, as if they were one with nature.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, focused his attention on a broader scope in his spare time from cultivation.

He was like a cheetah, incredibly fast, able to traverse dozens of miles in a very short time.

During each reconnaissance mission, he carefully avoided potential traps and did not overlook any clues.

Two days later, Chen Feng keenly sensed the arrival of the fighter jets.

He kept a close eye on the werewolf force thirty miles to the right of the gray werewolf tribe, watching them march away, leaving only a few hundred werewolf soldiers to guard the camp.

His eyes gleamed with determination and resolve, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

Once it was confirmed that the werewolf force had indeed gone to the front lines to participate in the battle, Chen Feng did not hesitate to organize the troops and launch a thrilling long-distance raid.

They moved like a sharp arrow, swiftly and decisively weaving through the werewolf ranks.

During their raid, Chen Feng and his troops encountered some werewolf scouts.

They were agile and nimble, but Chen Feng and his soldiers were fearless.

They cleverly used the terrain and tactics to eliminate these scouts, keeping their movements undetected by the enemy.

Finally, at dawn that day, Chen Feng led his troops to a point three miles from their target.

They lay in wait, silently, for the perfect moment to strike.

Chen Feng's heartbeat was steady and strong, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the enemy in front of him.

Every detail was clearly presented in his mind, and he wanted to ensure that the operation would go perfectly.

"Everyone, quickly replenish your energy and recover your strength. We'll launch the attack as soon as it's light." After giving the order, Chen Feng began scouting the surrounding area, but found nothing unusual until the operation was about to begin.

"We will launch a three-pronged attack simultaneously, first eliminating the hidden sentries in these positions before launching a full-scale assault."

Chen Feng returned to the group, his eyes firm and sharp, as if burning with a flame.

He made arrangements swiftly, his voice deep and powerful, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a war drum.

Zhou Yuru and Feng Qiyuan each led five hundred men, their steps firm and powerful, like an army of steel.

Chen Feng and Bai Feng stood side by side, their figures like two unshakeable mountains, leading five hundred people closely behind them.

At Chen Feng's command, the three teams shot towards the werewolf camp from three directions like three sharp arrows.

"Swish swish——"

Arrows rained down like locusts, tearing through the sky, carrying endless killing intent.

Chen Feng took action personally, his figure flashing through the air like a ghost.

His sword aura gleamed with a cold light, and each strike was as swift as lightning, instantly eliminating more than a dozen hidden sentries.

Then, he flashed forward like a gust of wind, rushing directly towards the werewolf patrol.

His swordsmanship was like a whirlwind, each strike carrying a deadly threat, and the werewolf patrol instantly crumbled under his attack.

He led his five hundred men like tigers descending a mountain, and they were the first to pounce on the werewolf camp.

Their shouts were deafening, as if they were about to overturn the entire camp.

The werewolf soldiers, who were getting ready to get up, were terrified by the sudden attack and scattered in all directions, trying to find cover.

The camp was thrown into chaos. The howls of the werewolves and the shouts of the soldiers mingled together, creating a thrilling symphony.

Blood splattered in the air, staining the ground red, and the whole scene was filled with an atmosphere of bloodshed and slaughter.

"Buzz—"

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his mental power suddenly erupted like a surging wave.

Instantly, a powerful mental shock spread outwards from him, forming a huge mental force field.

The more than one hundred werewolf soldiers, enveloped by this mental shock, felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Their screams echoed throughout the battlefield, like wails from hell.

Some werewolves felt as if their heads were about to explode, experiencing excruciating pain. Some werewolves even bled profusely from all seven orifices, creating a gruesome scene.

At the same time, Bai Feng took the lead, leading five hundred brave and fearless soldiers to charge forward like tigers descending a mountain.

Their figures moved like lightning, swift and decisive. The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly, each swing carrying a deadly threat.

The longsword in Bai Feng's hand was like a nimble dragon, drawing a series of beautiful arcs in the air.

His swordsmanship was like a whirlwind, dense and impenetrable, leaving his enemies with no way to defend themselves. Each of his sword strikes accurately hit the werewolf soldiers' vital points, instantly killing them.

Under Bai Feng's leadership, the five hundred soldiers swept across the entire battlefield like an unstoppable torrent.

Their battle cries were deafening and overwhelming, leaving one in awe.

On the battlefield, swords clashed and blood splattered everywhere.

The werewolf soldiers watched in horror, their morale collapsing instantly. Faced with such a powerful enemy, they had lost the will to resist.

Bai Feng and his soldiers continued their relentless attack, their figures darting across the battlefield like ghosts.

Each strike brought with it the aura of death, plunging the werewolf soldiers into endless fear.

"boom--"

"howl--"

"ah--"

At this moment, the other two human teams charged into the werewolf camp like tigers descending a mountain, their battle cries echoing through the sky.

They moved through the camp like ghosts, their weapons gleaming coldly as they mercilessly reaped the lives of werewolf soldiers.

Chaos reigned within the werewolf camp. The werewolf soldiers, just awakened from their sleep, were overwhelmed by the fierce onslaught of the human forces before they could even react.

In a panic, they grabbed their weapons and tried to rush out of the camp, but they could not make an inch under the tight defense of the human troops.

The human warriors were agile and nimble, their teamwork seamless, like a precise machine, constantly launching attacks on the werewolf soldiers.

Despite their valiant resistance, the werewolf soldiers' efforts proved utterly futile against the overwhelming strength of the human forces.

On the battlefield, blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all around. The screams of the werewolf soldiers rose and fell, sending chills down one's spine.

The human warriors showed no mercy; their eyes were filled only with hatred for the enemy and a thirst for victory.

The entire werewolf camp was engulfed in flames, thick smoke billowed, and fires soared into the sky.

The shouts of the human troops, the screams of the werewolf soldiers, and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a breathtaking scene.

This battle is destined to be a brutal massacre, and the human race will emerge as the final victors.