The werewolf leader was tall and imposing, his fur shimmering with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.
He wielded a massive spiked club, each swing creating a sharp whistling sound that sent chills down one's spine.
The human army stood ready, armed with various weapons, their eyes revealing determination and courage.
They stood closely together, forming an impregnable defensive line.
Chen Feng and his group waited on one side of the canyon, their breathing steady and deep, as if they were waiting for the best opportunity.
Si Yuniang gripped a sharp longsword tightly in her hand, her eyes gleaming with wisdom and decisiveness.
The whole scene was exceptionally spectacular, with both sides displaying an overwhelming and powerful momentum.
A thrilling battle is about to unfold, and the air in the canyon seems to be frozen by the tense atmosphere.
“I have opened a portal for you, so you can see your surroundings clearly, but the werewolves cannot see you.”
Chen Feng's voice echoed through the canyon, carrying a sense of determination and confidence. His gaze was focused and sharp, as if it could pierce through the thick fog.
The fog in the canyon was like a thick veil, permeating the air and making everything around it blurry.
However, under Chen Feng's array, the mist seemed to be dispersed by a mysterious force and became thinner.
The human sixth-rank martial artists stared wide-eyed, their gazes piercing through the fog like torches.
They could clearly see the werewolf's figure, and every detail was clearly visible.
The werewolves' fur swayed gently in the breeze, their fangs gleamed coldly, and their eyes revealed ferocity and vigilance.
The werewolves, however, seemed to be lost in a fog, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
They can only rely on their keen sense of smell to perceive their surroundings, constantly sniffing the air in an attempt to find traces of humans.
Chen Feng stood there quietly, his figure appearing and disappearing in the mist. His breathing was steady and deep, as if he were one with the surrounding nature.
In this tense atmosphere, time seemed to stand still.
The human warriors gripped their weapons tightly, ready to face the werewolves' attacks at any moment. Their heartbeats echoed clearly in the silent canyon, each throb brimming with power and determination.
"Swish swish——"
The human sixth-rank warriors, like arrows released from a bow, quickly formed teams in twos and threes, charging towards the surrounding werewolf soldiers like tigers descending a mountain.
Their figures moved across the battlefield like ghosts, dazzling the eye.
The human warriors were agile and nimble, their weapons gleaming with a cold light, each swing carrying a fierce momentum.
The werewolf soldiers appeared somewhat panicked. They had originally thought that the humans would not launch an attack easily, but now they were caught off guard.
On the battlefield, shouts of killing and screams rose and fell, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the earth red.
The human warriors' attacks were as fierce as a storm, and the werewolf soldiers were unable to resist them, falling one after another into pools of blood.
Some werewolf soldiers tried to escape, but were quickly caught up by human warriors and mercilessly killed.
The whole scene was bloody and cruel, like a painting of a living hell.
The bravery and decisiveness of the human warriors are truly awe-inspiring.
"howl--"
"ah--"
Instantly, the roars and screams of the werewolf soldiers mingled together, like a terrifying symphony, rising and falling across the battlefield.
Each roar was filled with boundless anger and pain, as if it wanted to tear the whole world apart.
Those screams, like sharp arrows, pierced straight into the hearts of the werewolf soldiers, filling them with unprecedented fear.
The battlefield was filled with a strong stench of blood, the smell of werewolf soldiers and human soldiers mixed together.
The crimson blood flowed across the land like a torrent, turning the once green grass into a scarlet mess.
The werewolf soldiers looked around in panic, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
They couldn't see their surroundings clearly, only hearing the constant roars and screams.
Some tried to escape, but were mercilessly slaughtered by the human soldiers; others chose to fight, but their strength proved so insignificant under the attacks of the human soldiers.
The werewolf soldiers' fur was stained red with blood, their faces were covered in dust and blood, and their once sharp claws were now broken and mangled.
The human soldiers, clad in neat armor and wielding sharp weapons, displayed unwavering resolve and courage in their eyes.
Every attack was as swift as lightning, and every defense as solid as a mountain.
"Form ranks, gather together in the nearest group, and form a defensive formation!" the werewolf leader roared, issuing the command.
Immediately, the werewolf soldiers in the canyon, like startled birds, hurriedly gathered together in groups of three or five.
They stood back to back, nervously looking around, their bodies trembling slightly, as if enemies might surge out of the fog at any moment like a tidal wave.
The atmosphere in the canyon was unusually tense, as if even the air had frozen.
The werewolf soldiers' breathing became rapid, they gripped their weapons tightly, and their eyes revealed endless fear and vigilance.
The fog was thick, obscuring the road ahead and making it impossible to tell which direction the enemy would attack from.
The heartbeats of the werewolf soldiers echoed like war drums in the silent canyon.
Their footsteps made a soft sound on the ground, as if reminding themselves that the enemy might be nearby.
The werewolf soldiers' nerves were instantly on edge. They stared wide-eyed, trying to catch any trace of the enemy in the mist.
However, they could see nothing but a hazy scene.
Time passed second by second, and the werewolf soldiers' patience gradually wore thin.
They began to talk in hushed tones, comforting each other and trying to dispel their fear. But this comfort was only temporary; when the fog gathered again, fear would once more envelop them.
In this tense atmosphere, the werewolf soldiers' will was put to a great test.
They didn't know how much longer they would have to wait, or even if the enemy would actually appear. But they understood that the slightest lapse in vigilance could lead to their utter defeat.
"Swish swish——"
At this moment, Chen Feng and Si Yuniang moved with lightning speed and made their move instantly.
Chen Feng flicked his sword, and sword energy swept out like a storm, rushing towards the seventh and eighth rank werewolf soldiers with a fierce momentum.
The werewolf soldiers watched in horror as the overwhelming sword energy surged forth. They tried to defend themselves with their weapons, but under the fierce onslaught of hundreds or even thousands of sword energies, their defenses were as fragile as paper.
Sword energy rained down like raindrops, each one containing boundless power. The werewolf soldiers were battered and torn apart, screaming in agony.
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