The human sixth-rank warriors, who originally acted in groups of two or three, saw the werewolf soldiers gathering in groups of three or five. They immediately decided to quickly gather more men.
They cooperated seamlessly, forming close-knit combat teams.
The human warriors descended the mountain like tigers, their momentum unstoppable. Wielding their weapons, they launched a fierce attack on the small group of werewolves.
Swords clashed, sparks flew, and shouts of battle and fury echoed across the battlefield. Every attack was carried with a determination to kill, and every movement was brimming with power and skill.
On the battlefield, sword energy and blade light clashed, and blood and dust flew everywhere.
The werewolf soldiers were retreating steadily, their numbers dwindling, while the human warriors fought with increasing ferocity, their morale burning like a raging fire.
The whole scene was extremely intense, like a life-or-death battle, making people's blood boil.
Ahead, the werewolf leader charged forward, his sharp claws gleaming coldly, his breath reeking of a foul stench.
His eyes burned with wild fury as he led a large number of werewolf soldiers, charging forward like a tidal wave.
Their steps were nimble and powerful, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
The werewolves' fur danced in the wind, like banners displaying their wildness and untamed nature.
Their fangs were sharp and menacing, gleaming with a chilling light. Their roars echoed through the valley, as if tearing the entire world apart.
However, they had no time to worry about the werewolf soldiers behind them.
Some of the poor creatures were trapped in the canyon, some were ambushed by suddenly appearing enemies, and some lost their way in the chaos.
Their screams and shouts echoed through the canyon, but failed to attract the attention of the werewolves charging ahead.
Sweat dripped down the werewolves' faces, forming small puddles on the ground.
Their eyes revealed despair and fear, yet this was masked by a burning desire for victory. Their breathing was rapid and heavy, as if each breath were their last.
Deep within the canyon, a bloody massacre was underway. Enemy swords mercilessly slashed at the werewolf soldiers, splattering blood throughout the canyon.
The werewolves' corpses piled up like mountains, their blood staining the earth red, creating a shocking scene.
Since Chen Feng led a group of sixth-rank human warriors into the canyon like tigers, only a few minutes have passed and the canyon is already filled with a strong smell of blood.
More than two hundred werewolf soldiers died at their hands, lying haphazardly on the ground, their bodies hacked to pieces, their wounds gruesome and terrifying, their blood staining the ground red.
The longsword in Chen Feng's hand gleamed with a cold light, each swing bringing with it a storm of blood and gore. His movements were as swift as lightning, his sword strikes fierce and relentless, leaving the werewolf soldiers utterly defenseless.
His eyes revealed determination and resolve, as if telling the enemy that he would show no mercy.
The other sixth-rank human warriors also displayed formidable strength, their attacks sweeping over the werewolf soldiers like a storm.
Some warriors wielded enormous battle axes, each strike capable of felling a horde of enemies; others held long spears, their tips gleaming coldly, easily piercing the throats of werewolf soldiers.
The werewolf soldiers watched in horror, their faces filled with despair and fear. They tried to resist, but their efforts were futile against the overwhelming power of the human sixth-rank warrior.
The battle in the canyon grew increasingly fierce. Chen Feng and his companions continued to advance, their figures weaving through the corpses of werewolf soldiers, ruthlessly reaping the lives of their enemies like death itself.
Soon, Chen Feng and his group wiped out all the werewolves in the back of the canyon and chased after them like a whirlwind.
The werewolf leader took the lead, leading a large number of werewolf soldiers like a surging tide rushing out of the canyon.
However, in the thick fog, the werewolves seemed to have lost their sense of direction.
Some werewolves crashed directly into the hard mountain wall, making a dull thud accompanied by painful howls.
Some accidentally stepped into a ditch hidden in the grass, instantly lost their balance, and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
More and more werewolf soldiers were wounded, their bodies covered in mud and blood, blood seeping from their wounds and staining the surrounding land red.
Some werewolves tried to struggle to their feet, but their injured legs could not support their bodies, and they could only fall helplessly to the ground.
The werewolves who were lucky enough to escape injury pushed and shoved each other in the chaos, trying to find a way out.
The scene was chaotic, with the howls of werewolves, the sounds of collisions, and painful groans all mixed together, like a nightmare.
Chen Feng and the others remained calm amidst the chaos, closely following the werewolf leader and seizing every opportunity.
"Kill them!"
Just then, Chen Feng and his men pounced on the werewolf soldiers ahead like hungry tigers. Their steps were swift and powerful, as if they were one with the ground, each step carrying boundless killing intent.
Chen Feng's longsword gleamed coldly, moving like a nimble venomous snake among the werewolf soldiers. His swordsmanship was like a whirlwind, each strike precisely aimed at the werewolf soldiers' vital points, splattering blood everywhere.
The other warriors were equally fierce, their attacks as devastating as a storm. Some wielded giant axes, decapitating the werewolf soldiers; others used their fists to shatter their bodies.
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