The battle was over in less than ten minutes. The human forces' relentless attack left the seven or eight hundred werewolf soldiers utterly helpless.
Their roars echoed in the air, as if they were unwilling to accept their fate.
However, the human attacks swept through like locusts, relentlessly piercing the bodies of the werewolf soldiers.
Each sword strike carried deadly power, accurately hitting its target and splattering pools of blood.
The werewolf soldiers tried to resist, but their efforts were insignificant in the face of the human's powerful offensive.
Their swords clanged against the human armor with a crisp sound, but could not cause any real damage.
The human warriors are as tough as steel, their steps are steady and powerful, and every attack is full of strength.
Their eyes revealed determination and resolve, as if telling the werewolf soldiers that they were invincible.
The battlefield reeked of blood, and the earth was stained crimson with blood.
The werewolf soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, some still in fighting poses, others already lifeless.
The battle ended brutally, leaving no survivors.
Next, Chen Feng ordered his troops to quickly clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war.
They moved swiftly and silently, like a group of ghosts moving through the darkness.
However, unlike in the past, Chen Feng did not order the burning of the werewolf camp this time.
He knew that while doing so would conceal his whereabouts, it might also alert the surrounding werewolf forces.
Therefore, he decided to adopt a more ingenious strategy.
During the withdrawal, Chen Feng's troops carefully avoided places that might expose them.
Using the terrain and the cover of night, they disappeared silently into the distance.
This operation not only allowed Chen Feng's troops to successfully collect valuable spoils of war, but also enabled them to leave the battlefield undetected.
This sudden change caught the enemy off guard and bought Chen Feng's troops valuable time and space.
"You all rest here, I'll go out and check the situation."
After the troops moved dozens of miles away, Chen Feng suddenly stopped, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, focused his attention, and sensed the atmosphere around him.
A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something amiss.
Chen Feng turned around and waved to the soldiers behind him, signaling them to rest where they were.
His voice was deep and firm, carrying a reassuring power.
The soldiers found places to sit down, began organizing their equipment, and prepared to rest.
Chen Feng left the camp alone, his steps light and steady.
His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the moonlight, like an unshakeable mountain.
His eyes were sharp and focused, constantly scanning his surroundings, not missing a single detail.
He walked along a path, his footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.
His breathing was steady and deep, as if he were one with his surroundings.
However, no one knew that this time Chen Feng, like a ghost, went straight to the outside of a werewolf gathering place.
His steps were light yet firm, as if he were one with his surroundings.
He stood there like a silent sculpture, yet his eyes revealed an indescribable majesty.
He gently communicated with his slave seal, which, like twinkling stars, appeared and disappeared in his sea of consciousness.
Not long after, a figure slowly emerged from the camp. It was a fifth-rank black werewolf expert, his steps steady and powerful, each step carrying an undeniable strength.
He exuded a wild aura, as if he were a perfect match for the forest.
When he walked up to Chen Feng, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."
The voice was deep and powerful, as if echoing through the silent woods.
Chen Feng carefully examined the servant in front of him, and a sense of surprise welled up in his heart.
He discovered that this servant was actually Black Blade, the fifth-rank black werewolf powerhouse he had subdued and placed beside Hei Cang.
A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes, as if he were pondering why Black Knife was here.
Black Knife sensed Chen Feng's gaze, and he slightly raised his head, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
He seemed to understand Chen Feng's question and said softly, "Master, I have come to find you on the orders of Lord Heicang."
A surge of emotion welled up in Chen Feng's heart. He knew that Black Knife had always been a loyal servant.
He reached out and gently patted Black Knife on the shoulder, saying, "Get up, Black Knife. Thank you for your loyalty."
Black Knife stood up, his body trembling slightly, as if suppressing his inner excitement.
He looked at Chen Feng, tears glistening in his eyes, and said, "Master, I am willing to give everything for you."
Chen Feng nodded, his heart filled with trust in Black Knife.
He knew that in this world full of danger and challenges, Black Knife would be his most reliable partner.
"Black Knife, you were actually sent out too? Tell me everything you know. Also, is Black Cang coming to the front lines?" Chen Feng asked.
"Yes, Master," Black Knife replied respectfully, his voice carrying an undisguised reverence.
Under the powerful influence of the slave seal, there was no sign of resistance in his eyes, as if he were completely under Chen Feng's control.
According to Black Knife, the werewolf clan has issued an order to relocate a million gray werewolf tribesmen to the vicinity of Fenglang Mountain.
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