Qian Ye nimbly somersaulted, landing ten meters away, coldly observing the werewolf that was frantically writhing, attempting a deathblow. However, the werewolf’s nervous system was utterly damaged; its every movement was off-kilter, unable to catch Qian Ye. After struggling for a while, it collapsed with a thud, unable to rise again.
Qian Ye slowly walked back, picking up his “Assault Hand,” and continued deeper into the cave. After just a few steps, he abruptly halted, then shuddered. He suddenly realized that what he had just done was not his usual fighting style!
Tearing… apart… a living, breathing body! This was clearly the method of a blood clan warrior slaughtering werewolves!
Qian Ye trembled, a primal fear resonating from his soul.
At this moment, Qian Ye felt an unprecedented confusion, unsure whether he was truly human or a member of the blood clan. If he must become one, he would rather end his life immediately.
Even when his life was on the brink due to the contamination of black blood, he had never felt such dread.
This was not about self-interest, but faith.
Pausing for a moment, Qian Ye continued deeper into the werewolf’s lair. Whether he would become a true blood clan or not, he had to complete this mission first.
The number of paths grew, like a labyrinth. But Qian Ye’s momentum remained as swift as the wind, unhesitating and undiminished. During his time with the Red Scorpion, he had participated in nearly a dozen werewolf hunts, becoming intimately familiar with the layout of such caves. With just a hint, he could find the correct path.
Along the way, he eliminated several more werewolves.
Seeing these humanoid creatures transform into their furred combat forms, Qian Ye still couldn’t resist rushing forward, tearing them apart with his bare hands. After a few times, he gave up struggling, completely submitting to his battle instincts, choosing the most efficient means to dispatch them swiftly.
At this point, Qian Ye discovered that the information Yu Yingnan had received about the wolf nest was somewhat inaccurate; the tribal warriors were stronger than anticipated. Any further delay could turn their assault into a doomed mission.
Suddenly, Qian Ye burst into a large hall.
It was more spacious than any of the previous caverns, with a central altar adorned by a wooden totem, surrounded by a thick, dark aura.
Several elderly werewolves encircled the altar.
A faint yellow mist pervaded the hall, likely from force potion spreading from other tunnels or vents. Although it had dissipated somewhat, its effects were still evident. The werewolf elders sneezed repeatedly, feeling quite uncomfortable, yet showed no intention of leaving.
As Qian Ye suddenly charged into the hall, the four werewolf elders turned in surprise. The two quickest ones lunged at him, but the pale yellow mist hindered their actions, even if it was just a minor distraction.
In the blink of an eye, there was no room for error.
Qian Ye maintained his high speed, leaping gracefully over half the hall, landing dangerously close to the werewolf elders. Mid-air, he changed his posture, landing in a half-kneeling position, leveling his “Assault Hand,” and firing with precision.
A self-made force bullet flew out, shattering the skull of one werewolf elder.
Qian Ye unleashed his full force, the “Assault Hand” glowing with a bright yellow light, almost piercing through the metal barrel—this was the activation of the force array. The second force bullet exploded, a mass of yellow light with a red thread striking another elder’s left chest and shoulder.
Though there was still a force bullet in the gun, there was no time to fire. A third elder pounced on Qian Ye from above. Unflinching, Qian Ye pressed his left hand on the ground, launching himself upwards, colliding with the elder, both flying backwards.
In mid-air, Qian Ye fired the barbed needle given by Nighteye, embedding it in the fourth elder.
Struck by the force bullet and the barbed needle, the elders initially dismissed the minor injuries, one even transforming into a wolf form. Yet, after a few steps, they collapsed, twitching, unable to stand.
Qian Ye felt relieved; the blood aura in his self-made bullets seemed to have a killing effect on werewolves, a good sign. The poison on Nighteye’s barb was already well-known to be effective against werewolves, though its potency would now be significantly reduced.
The elder thrown by Qian Ye shook his head, quickly regaining consciousness, snarling, and baring his fangs, charging at Qian Ye again!
Qian Ye grabbed his “Assault Hand,” charged it, and fired the last force bullet.
Just as the elder’s claws were about to reach Qian Ye’s head, the force bullet struck his abdomen, sending him flying backward.
Though not fatal, the wound temporarily incapacitated him.
Qian Ye ejected the spent round, having used all his self-made bullets. This time, he loaded a force bullet from Yu Yingnan. Instead of shooting the elder, he grabbed the totem and fled.
In the sacrificial hall, the elder howled in rage and sorrow. But Qian Ye didn’t care, retracing his steps. Hearing rapid footsteps, he turned a corner and threw two force grenades behind him.
Pale yellow mist covered the passage, doubled in effect. Several pursuing werewolves, turning the corner, found the trap, unable to stop, and plunged into the mist, wailing in agony. The mist was especially lethal to their sensitive noses in the confined space.
Outside the lair, at the nearest three-way intersection, Yu Yingnan, Yang Tian, and Li Lunzhe fought back-to-back against the wolves emerging from the tunnels.
They had killed over a dozen werewolves, but their ammo and force bullets were depleted. With little force left for close combat, they switched to melee weapons.
Yu Yingnan wore clawed gloves, with spikes on her knee and elbow armor, suitable for brutal close combat. Yang Tian wielded a short knife, his style subtle yet deadly, each strike drawing blood. Li Lunzhe was merely average.
“Smoke grenade!” Yu Yingnan shouted, her combat style aggressive and effective, drawing most of the pressure.
Yang Tian tossed a smoke grenade, shouting, “That’s the last one!”
“Darn it! We can’t hold out much longer. Where is Qian Ye?” Li Lunzhe yelled.
“He just went in; he probably hasn’t reached the sacrificial hall yet. From the intel, exploring and escaping the lair takes at least ten minutes. We must hold on for five more minutes, or he’s doomed!” Yang Tian replied.
He was the werewolf expert, but weaker in direct combat.
“Five minutes! It’s a miracle we’ve held out this long!” Li Lunzhe roared.
“We must wait for Qian Ye! Even if we die here, we must ensure he makes it out!” Yu Yingnan declared firmly, ending the argument.
Li Lunzhe’s eyes flickered with malice. Venting his frustrations on the werewolves, he couldn’t help but glance at Yu Yingnan’s vital points.
Li Lunzhe exploded, stabbing a werewolf multiple times, splattering blood across his face. In the beast’s final scream, Li Lunzhe’s eyes reddened, his thoughts repeating, “If I can’t have you, no one else will!”
Li Lunzhe released the corpse, staggering, and fell towards Yu Yingnan.
Sensing something amiss, Yu Yingnan stepped back, stabilizing him, asking, “Are you okay?”
“I…” Li Lunzhe gasped, seeming injured, but his hand gripped a cleaver tightly.
At that moment, Qian Ye rushed out, shouting, “Got the totem! Let’s go!”
His voice boomed, echoing through the cave.
Yang Tian exclaimed, “So fast! He shouldn’t have reached the hall yet…”
Qian Ye dashed for the exit, not engaging the wolves, simply plowing through them. In moments, he was out!
Turning in mid-air, Qian Ye threw the last smoke grenade into the lair. Several pursuing werewolves tumbled out, and Qian Ye’s force rifle fired, dropping four with solid force bullets and a mithril bullet. Running sideways, he recharged his “Assault Hand,” firing twice more.
Out of luck, the regular force bullets lacked power, but still injured the last werewolf.
Qian Ye slung the “Assault Hand” over his shoulder, charging at the wounded werewolf, axe in hand.
Facing the wounded werewolf, Qian Ye collided with it, like a boulder crushing it. The axe fell, splitting the werewolf’s head.
Killing the last werewolf, Qian Ye felt exhausted, wanting to collapse and sleep. Recognizing the signs of overexertion, he injected a stimulant, feeling the heat surge through him. This military stimulant, self-made, lasted half an hour, enough to escape, but the following weakness would be excruciating.
Reuniting with Yu Yingnan and the others, they followed the markers, fleeing the valley. Behind them, more werewolves pursued.
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