"howl--"
Just as a sudden and dramatic change occurred behind the canyon, and an unexpected and fierce attack was launched, thick fog suddenly appeared around the werewolf army that was marching ahead.
It was as if a thick curtain had been quickly drawn down, instantly obscuring their vision and making it impossible for these werewolves to see what was happening behind them.
Among the werewolf group at the front, the leader was a powerful werewolf whose strength had reached the peak of the sixth rank. He was tall and mighty, with muscles that were as tough as if they were forged from steel.
Beside him stood four other werewolf warriors, each possessing the strength of a sixth-rank warrior, and all of them exuded a ferocious aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Faced with this sudden and eerie fog, the werewolves were immediately thrown into a state of panic.
However, the werewolf expert at the peak of the sixth rank remained calm in the face of danger, and let out a deafening roar in an attempt to restrain the werewolf troops that had begun to stir nearby.
At the same time, the other four sixth-rank werewolves roared in unison, working together with their leader to stabilize morale.
Immediately afterwards, the werewolf expert at the peak of the sixth rank swung his huge and sharp battle axe and slashed fiercely at the surrounding mist.
Wherever the axe blade passed, the air was torn into streams of air, creating gusts of wind and howling sounds.
Seeing this, the other four sixth-rank werewolves also brandished their weapons—spears, greatswords, maces, and so on—frantically trying to drive away the thick fog that filled the surroundings.
As they continued to swing their weapons, the fog, which was so thick that it was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face, gradually thinned out.
Finally, after a long and arduous effort, the fog gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery was once again clearly revealed to everyone.
At this moment, the werewolf troops, who had been thrown into chaos by the fog, finally recovered from their panic, reorganized their formation, and prepared to deal with the various crises that might arise next.
"What happened in the back? You few, come with me to the back and see. Everyone, get out of the way!" the werewolf leader shouted, leading the other sixth-rank werewolf experts to rush to the back.
However, the roads within this canyon are extremely narrow, winding and twisting like a sheep's intestines.
At this moment, the path was already completely filled with densely packed werewolf soldiers, making it impassable.
These burly, ferocious werewolf warriors jostled each other, struggling to move forward.
Finally, after a great struggle, the werewolf leader and his followers managed to squeeze to the back of the line.
But when they looked closely, they were shocked to find that the road behind them had been blocked at some point!
Moreover, the area behind, which should have been noisy and bustling, was now unusually quiet, as if time had frozen.
A sense of foreboding washed over the werewolf leader. He opened his gaping maw and let out a deafening roar: "Howl—"
The voice echoed through the valley like thunder, intended to notify the werewolf troops behind and demand an immediate response and a report on the situation.
Surprisingly, despite his anxious waiting for quite some time, there was still no sound from behind.
Even the familiar shouts, footsteps, and sounds of clashing weapons had vanished without a trace.
The eerie silence made the werewolf leader's heart sink, and an unprecedented fear began to slowly creep into his heart...
"It seems something has happened in the rear. The human forces must have set up an ambush around here, and the troops behind have been wiped out," the werewolf leader said with a grim face.
"First, what should we do?" one of the werewolves asked.
"Keep moving forward and see what the exit looks like. Once we get out of this narrow valley, we don't need to be afraid of the human army, even if we encounter them," the werewolf leader ordered.
However, although the werewolf soldiers were working hard to dispel the surrounding fog, the fog was like a stubborn enemy, only thinning a little and not completely disappearing.
They seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, stubbornly shrouding the area and severely obstructing the werewolves' vision even dozens of meters away.
Within this canyon, the werewolf force cautiously made its way forward, their steps heavy and careful, as if each step were on the edge of a knife.
Their eyes were fixed ahead, trying to see the road through the thin fog.
However, the fog was like a thin veil, blurring their vision and filling their hearts with unease and fear.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng and Si Yuniang had quietly arrived on the battlefield. They stood there silently, like two indestructible mountains.
Chen Feng's eyes were sharp and resolute. He gripped the longsword tightly in his hand, as if it were a part of his life.
Si Yuniang stood quietly beside him, her beauty like the bright moon in the night sky, radiating a soft and enchanting light.
They silently watched the nearly two hundred werewolves lying in pools of blood, a barely perceptible smile appearing on their faces.
That smile contained a desire for victory, contempt for the enemy, and confidence in one's own strength.
They knew that the battle had only just begun, and they had already achieved an initial victory.
Next, they will face even more difficult challenges, but they are not afraid, because they believe that as long as they are united, they will be able to overcome all difficulties.
"We can send the main force to the front of the canyon to set up an ambush and trap the werewolves. Sixth-rank martial artists will follow me into the canyon to kill them," Chen Feng said to Si Yuniang.
The formation he set up naturally had paths that allowed for free entry and exit. With him leading thirty or forty sixth-rank martial artists into the formation's mist to ambush the werewolves, they could definitely inflict heavy damage on the werewolves.
“Alright, there are at least six hundred werewolves left, which is no less than our troops. Let’s ambush and kill a group of them in the canyon first, which will also relieve the pressure of the final battle,” Si Yuniang nodded and said.
After killing nearly two hundred werewolves, only a few human soldiers were slightly wounded, and none died in battle. This made Si Yuniang and all the warriors very happy, and they all felt that fighting with Chen Feng was simply too awesome.
"Swish swish——"
Then, Fang Zhongda took the lead, leading the human army to turn like a surging tide and rush towards the front of the canyon. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if the earth itself was trembling.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng, along with Si Yuniang and thirty-five sixth-rank martial artists, nimbly slid down the canyon from one side, like a lithe cheetah.
Their figures appeared and disappeared on the steep mountainside, as if they had become one with nature.
Upon entering the canyon, a tense atmosphere filled the air. The werewolves were still shouting and yelling at each other, their voices echoing deafeningly throughout the canyon.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and murderous intent as they followed the werewolf leader and charged forward.
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