"Which of us Westerners dares to join the war?"
The paladin's gaze swept over the crowd, his brows furrowed with disdain, like an emperor surveying the world with arrogance!
"I'll do it!"
All eyes turned to a burly figure, a middle-aged man in armor, his face fierce and savage.
"Werewolf, Oliver!"
Someone whispered, "The werewolf race is terrifyingly powerful; every werewolf is a terrifying being."
Oliver, the chieftain of the werewolf clan, is a renowned strongman in the West.
"Gentlemen of the East, who will be the first to join the battle?"
"Since you are all silent, then I will do it."
Li Tianxia's expression remained calm. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a woman whose eyes were dark and mysterious, like an abyss.
She had a slender and graceful figure with curves in all the right places. A loose red robe draped over her beautiful body. Her voice was languid, but it contained a murderous intent.
She slowly rose, her steps elegant, her slender, long legs radiating a bewitching aura that captivated all.
"Femme Fatale!"
"It was her!"
Everyone gasped. She was an absolute beauty, but unfortunately, she was too ruthless!
"Haha, you humans have so many beautiful women."
Oliver, the werewolf, stared at the enchantress's figure and licked his lips. His eyes were bloodshot, and his greed was undisguised.
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, but... I hope you can survive in my hands."
The enchantress chuckled softly; her voice was gentle, but to everyone present, it sounded like a ghostly wail, sending chills down their spines.
"Then you two can go first."
The divine messenger's indifferent voice rang out, his finger sweeping across the void ahead.
"Whoosh!"
A gigantic, enclosed space suddenly appeared, its atmosphere extremely ancient, as if it came from the primordial era, making one's heart tremble.
"Brother, you have to give way to them!"
"That's what the enchantress said shyly."
"Hehe, it's alright, little girl, your brother will take good care of you, get ready!"
The werewolf laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"Heh heh, I'm ready. Are you ready to die?"
The enchantress raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, a charming smile curving her lips. She casually extended her slender right hand, and a strange magic circle appeared in her palm.
Her figure was like a phantom, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye, leaving only an afterimage, a blurry, ethereal shadow.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered, and everyone stared wide-eyed.
A thick arm fell to the ground from Oliver's back, the broken flesh and bone clearly visible.
Oliver stiffly turned around, clutching his wound to try and stop the bleeding, but then he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You woman, you're only at the second level of the Saint Realm, while I'm at the third level. Why are you so fast!"
Oliver said with an incredulous look on his face.
"Oh, didn't you say you were going to pamper me, brother?"
The enchantress turned her body slightly to the side, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Her delicate cherry lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were full of mockery.
"You little vixen, how dare you tease me!"
Oliver transformed into his true form as a giant wolf, baring his fangs and claws as he pounced on the enchantress.
"roar--!"
The giant wolf's roar echoed throughout the hall, making everyone's eardrums ache. Its massive body stirred up a violent storm, raising clouds of dust wherever it went.
"hiss--"
The powerful figures from the East couldn't help but gasp, staring at the enchantress in horror.
"Hehe, what werewolf? I think it's more like a puppy."
At this moment, the enchantress's pupils turned scarlet, and her skin was covered with dark red patterns, like blooming roses.
"call out!"
She broke through the limits of speed, and in an instant, she crossed space and arrived in front of Oliver.
Her arm shot out and grabbed Oliver by the neck, a ball of intense heat burning and scorching his body.
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