However, Chen Feng showed no fear. His eyes were firm and cold, as if he were already used to such scenes. Without saying a word, he quickly stepped forward, the sword in his hand gleaming coldly.
The moment the blade struck, the werewolf's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and terror. His head severed from his body, blood gushing out and splattering onto the ground.
The other werewolves were stunned by this scene, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, as if they were seeing an invincible demon.
Their lips trembled, but they couldn't utter a sound. They could only watch helplessly as Chen Feng's figure grew taller and taller in front of them.
"you say."
Chen Feng pointed his sword at another werewolf soldier and continued to ask. His face was cold and his aura was very strong, which made the werewolf soldiers dare not look him in the eye. They felt that there was an aura of suppression on him.
"A human army came from behind, including two sixth-rank warriors. They killed the Red Barbarians and the leader of Uli, and seriously wounded the leader of Utu. We suffered a crushing defeat and fled, but most of us were killed by the humans."
Finally, under pressure, the werewolf had no choice but to reveal what happened next, which relieved Chen Feng. It turned out that human reinforcements had arrived, which was great news.
However, Chen Feng estimated that the human soldiers at Outpost No. 1 might suffer heavy casualties. He wondered if any of the new students had died in battle. He had promised to take everyone back with him, not one less, but now it seemed he couldn't keep that promise.
Afterwards, Chen Feng killed several werewolf soldiers, giving them a quick death, and then continued to track the direction of the werewolf smoke. He wanted to see if the werewolves would gather more troops to continue attacking the first stronghold.
Not long after they started moving forward, a group of over a hundred gray werewolves appeared on the right. They were probably the werewolf force that had previously blocked off other strongholds, but they were now also rushing toward the direction of the thick smoke.
Subsequently, Chen also discovered werewolf units heading towards the thick smoke from other directions. Some were over a hundred strong, while others were only thirty to fifty strong. They were all heading in one direction, clearly indicating that they were gathering together.
"howl--"
Suddenly, a faint howl came from the right front. The sound was not loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the silent forest, as if it were a mournful cry from the depths of hell.
Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, his nerves tensed instantly, and his pace quickened unconsciously.
He approached quietly, each step light and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the surrounding silence.
As he approached within three kilometers, Chen Feng's senses became increasingly acute. He could clearly smell the werewolf aura permeating the air ahead, mixed with a strong, nauseating stench of blood.
His heart was racing, and he could almost hear his blood surging through his veins.
The scene before them gradually became clearer: a wounded werewolf lay on the ground, its body covered with hideous wounds, from which blood gushed continuously, staining the surrounding earth red.
Around the wounded werewolf were several werewolf soldiers, their eyes revealing ferocity and vigilance, who were quickly rushing towards the injured werewolf.
Their figures appeared particularly sinister in the dappled sunlight, like a group of messengers from hell.
Chen Feng hid in the shadows, quietly observing everything. His breathing became rapid, and his palms unconsciously became sweaty.
"A severely wounded werewolf, and alone, could it be Wutu, the leader of the black werewolves?" Chen Feng's heart stirred, recalling what the werewolves had told him earlier: Wutu, the leader of the black werewolves, had fled after being severely wounded.
So Chen Feng quickened his pace and quietly arrived at the scene. Sure enough, he saw a badly injured black werewolf lying in the woods. He was missing his right arm and had a long gash in his abdomen.
"Lord Wutu, let us take you to Little Wolf Mountain."
At this moment, several werewolf soldiers nearby arrived at Utu's side and recognized his identity. They immediately spoke to him respectfully. Utu nodded and allowed the only seventh-rank werewolf soldier in the group to carry him on his back.
"Swish swish——"
But at that moment, ten swords suddenly shot out from behind. By the time the werewolf soldiers heard the whooshing sound, the swords had already reached them, instantly hitting four eighth-rank werewolf soldiers and piercing the thigh of a seventh-rank werewolf soldier.
"howl--"
"howl--"
Four eighth-rank werewolf soldiers died on the spot, while the wounded seventh-rank werewolf soldier let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, throwing Wutu away as well, screaming in pain.
"The Devouring Mystic Technique".
Chen Feng seized the opportunity and instantly launched a mental attack, causing both of them to experience excruciating pain in their heads. Then, the longsword formed by the fusion of sword energy storm shot out again, instantly killing the seventh-grade werewolf.
"boom--"
However, although Wutu was seriously injured, he was still a sixth-rank werewolf. In the critical moment, he disregarded everything and unleashed his blood energy, instantly forming a layer of blood light on his body. He then wrapped his left arm in the blood light and punched the sword energy sword.
Amidst the deafening roar, Wutu actually shattered several swords wielding sword energy. However, the blood aura around him thinned, and some sword marks were left on his left arm, clearly indicating that he had almost no life force left after his outburst.
"Human brat, die!" However, Utu's gaze remained fierce. He grabbed the stone hammer of the seventh-rank werewolf next to him and slammed it down on Chen Feng.
"Swish swish——"
Chen Feng easily dodged Wu Tu's attack, then waved his hand, sending ten more sword qi longswords flying. At the same time, he secretly launched more than ten flying needles, which approached Wu Tu close to the ground.
"boom--"
Utu continued to forcefully condense blood light to protect his body, and punched the sword qi swords. Just as he had smashed most of the swords, more than a dozen flying needles suddenly shot into his vital points, causing his body to tremble. Then, the sword qi swords pierced into his body.
"howl--"
Wutu, the sixth-rank Black Wolf leader, finally let out a miserable howl and was killed by Chen Feng on the spot. His aura quickly dissipated, and Chen Feng felt a surge of energy. It was clear that the remnant soul he had devoured had greatly increased his spiritual power.
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