"Roar~!"
"Vile beast, prepare to die!"
"..."
Inside the Mountain Villa, the sounds of werewolf howls and angry shouts from the Ancient Martial Artists continuously echoed, both sides fighting with all their might, the battle growing increasingly fierce.
At this mont, outside of Feipu Manor to the southeast, on a hill a few hundred ters away, over twenty pairs of eyes from the Tang Sect were intently watching the scene at Feipu Manor without blinking.
Watching the soaring flas and hearing the distant curses and werewolf howls, the one-ard Qiu Mingyan had a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
"Kill, kill, kill them all; it's a pity that the little beast is dead..."
Qiu Mingyan's eyes carried an exciteful satisfaction of a long-awaited revenge.
"Sect Leader, Master, judging by this scene, the battle inside Feipu Manor right now is quite brutal."
Tang Tianmang said to Tang Zhen and Tang Mu, the Grand Elder.
"Yes, currently inside Feipu Manor, both the Japanese and werewolves are present; tonight, Feipu Manor is dood to fall."
Tang Mu, the Grand Elder, nodded, speaking.
"Heh, the Japanese and werewolves are all coveting Feipu Manor and that Immortal Orange Wine; the werewolves are attacking Feipu Manor head-on, while those Japanese are sneaking around the back, hoping to take advantage of both sides' losses, unaware that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and we Tang Sect are the hunters of the oriole."
Tang Zhen, the Sect Leader, curved his lips with a sneer, his eyes gleaming, laughing softly.
"Exactly as the Sect Leader said, let the people of Feipu Manor, the werewolves, and the Japanese kill each other; when they're all dead and injured, we Tang Sect will be the biggest winners; though not being able to personally kill that little beast is a regret for this old man."
Tang Mu, the Grand Elder, nodded, eyes gleaming coldly as he gazed at the fla-engulfed Feipu Manor.
At this mont, inside Feipu Manor.
In the night sky, half of Feipu Manor was occupied by two battle zones, one where Nangong Feng, Xue Qingbai battled with Prince Barrello of the Wolf Race, the other where Nangong Chen, Di Lie and Leng Ning fought alongside Ariel.
The battle vibrations within these two zones were massive, with residual energies of the fights causing many buildings and trees to split and shatter.
Below, the people of Feipu Manor and werewolves were engaged in a bloodthirsty battle, broken limbs scattered on the ground, the thick sll of blood wafting through the night.
Within these battle zones, an array encompassing over a kiloter trapped four Barons, three Viscounts, and two Counts from the Wolf Race.
From outside, one could only see thick fog without any knowledge of the situation inside.
At this mont, from the array shrouded in mist ca several enraged howls, yet as ti passed those furious cries grew less and less.
Thud~!
Thud~!
Within the misty light array, ca the werewolves' screams and the dull thuds of corpses falling to the ground, until only two voices remained.
"Damn it, Fenar, tell , those two despicable Huaxia won, where are they hiding?"
A roughly eight-ter-tall Werewolf Count, glared at the fog-filled world before him, in extre anger.
"I don't know either, Count Angela, the fog is too thick here, I can't make out the direction."
Viscount Fenar shook his wolf head, speaking.
When this Mist Array activated, he and Count Angela stood close together, both rushed through the fog, unable to escape it.
However, in these short ten minutes, they heard several werewolf howls, which soon turned into screams, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the ground; clearly, those werewolves had beco corpses.
At this mont, in this world full of thick mist, besides their voices, the only sound heard a minute ago was a scream belonging to Count Lester.
Listening to each werewolf's death, their hearts grew uneasy, their eyes turning red, scanning the fog in search of the two Huaxia won.
"These two Huaxia won and their damned fog!"
Count Angela issued an angry roar.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Count Angela shouted furiously, behind them from the mist, two crescent-shaped cyan wind blades sliced through, tracing cyan trajectories in the fog, shooting fiercely towards their backs!
Slash~!
Slash~!
The two two-ter-tall crescent-shaped wind blades directly cut through Angela and Fenar's tough wolf hide, leaving deep bloody scars on their backs, blood splattering, yet those deep wounds quickly healing due to the werewolf's strong recovery abilities.
"Hiss!"
"Roar!"
Angela and Fenar's wolf heads twisted in pain, roaring as they both turned around.
But when those red eyes looked back, they saw only dense mist, unable to see anything beyond three ters.
"In that direction, follow !"
Count Angela roared, his thick wolf body kicking off, shooting rapidly in the direction the wind blades ca from.
Fenar followed closely, yet as they darted forward, there wasn't even a shadow to be found, only dense fog everywhere.
Crunch!
Angela clenched his wolf claws tightly, his red eyes furiously angry, wanting to attack the enemy but unable to find their shadow, the frustration almost unbearable.
At this mont, Fenar's red eyes caught a direction and saw a glimpse of a purple figure.
"Count, I saw the silhouette of a Huaxia woman!"
Fenar instantly shouted.
However, before his voice fell, that purple figure vanished into the mist.
"Can't escape from !"
Fenar roared, his thick wolf legs kicking off, body like a cannonball, shooting towards that direction.
"Fenar...!"
Angela's snarling wolf head turned to Fenar's direction, but before he could speak, Fenar disappeared from his sight.
Angela shot forward instantly, but it was already too late, losing sight of Fenar in the thick fog.
Swish!
Fenar's form blinked, appearing where he saw the purple silhouette, yet here too surrounded by fog, no figure in sight.
"Damn it, where are you?"
Fenar growled angrily.
Boom~!
Suddenly, the ground beneath him split with a cracking sound, a thick green vine burst through like a giant green snake, spiralling upwards to entangle Fenar's massive wolf body.
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