Under the suppression of absolute numbers.
The group quickly found themselves in a fierce battle.
"Just how many of these demonic beasts are left...?"
Fang was panting heavily, his body still covered in wounds.
His clothes were tattered, and blood seeped from his chest, arms, and waist.
The werewolves became even more excited and ferocious upon smelling blood.
Werewolves from all directions kept attacking in waves, one after another.
After one batch was dealt with, another batch came in.
Meng Feifei's hand trembled slightly as she pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle.
He is a Level 6 superhuman, using a Level 7 sniper rifle, which is already beyond his level.
It's important to know that, generally speaking, even for the Soul Gunner class, it takes level 8 to control a level 7 sniper rifle.
Firing so many shots in a row was an extremely heavy burden for him.
The situation of the others was not much better.
Almost everyone was injured to some extent.
Even those who weren't injured were almost out of soul power.
Truman secretly thought that things couldn't go on like this.
But there were just too many of these werewolves.
There was simply no angle from which to break through.
Of the group, only Mu Xun and the otaku seemed to be in good condition.
The nerdy guy, wielding a scalpel, becomes semi-transparent, almost completely invisible, and occasionally sneaks up behind a werewolf to ambush it, plunging the blade into its heart...
Mu Xun, on the other hand, had divine power supporting him. The bronze rust sword in his hand was imbued with the power of lightning, flashing with intense electric light, and the thunder sounded like the chirping of thousands of birds.
"Divine Art - Annihilation Lightning Devour!"
A bolt of lightning, almost tangible, roared out, instantly turning several werewolves into charred remains...
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