"The Dark Race werewolves are not as terrifying as the rumors say, too weak!"

Ye Miao inwardly smiled bitterly. In the hands of this Dark Race werewolf, he was utterly powerless, and from beginning to end, the werewolf never exerted full strength, treating him like a mouse to toy with.

Yet in front of Ye Qingfeng, such a fearsome Dark Race werewolf became so pathetic, even being judged as "too weak" by Ye Qingfeng, it was truly laughable, yet also tear-inducing.

"Indeed, with him around, no matter the dire situation, there's no need to worry!"

Qiu Ying could only sigh silently; just his presence could bring immense comfort. Where could one find such a man?

The mountain below shattered, and amidst the swirling snow, a black claw slowly emerged, bloodied and trembling ceaselessly.

Slaga lightly shook his head and slowly crawled out from the pile of broken leaves. His previous arrogance and superiority were nowhere to be seen, and now his body was covered in wounds, his tough fur drenched in blood.

He raised his head, gazing at the proud and elongated figure standing atop the cliff, his pupils contracting sharply.

Since birth, he had hardly encountered any setbacks or resistance. In Russia, he rampaged without restraint, devouring and tearing countless Russian Martial Artists to pieces, turning them into delicious meals.

He always believed the Dark Race werewolves to be the mightiest race in the world, allowing him to stand proudly, stepping on countless existences.

But today, he truly realized the terror of human warriors.

He also finally understood why the elders in his clan would say, "Do not underestimate human warriors!"

The young human who now looked down on him was undoubtedly one of the most unique among human warriors, able to leave him utterly helpless.

"Human!"

He clenched his fist, then suddenly looked up and howled towards the sky, the sound of the wolf howl echoing in all directions.

"Awooo!"

The wolf's howl seemed to carry some kind of enchantment, causing ripples to spread through the air.

All the blood in Slaga's body turned an even more dazzling scarlet, flashing with a sinister light.

The next moment, he suddenly soared into the sky, standing equal to the heavens.

Countless blood energies around him condensed on his body, forming a thin film of blood that violently wriggled, eventually forming a layer of bloody scale armor covering his entire body.

"Bloody Frenzy, activate!"

The blood-red in Slaga's eyes grew stronger, and the moment the armor covered him, his body seemingly doubled in size.

A tyrannical aura spread quickly between heaven and earth, causing countless birds and beasts to lie prostrate on the ground, seemingly submitting to a king of beasts.

In the blink of an eye, Slaga, who had been severely wounded by Ye Qingfeng's furious onslaught, suddenly grew in strength, several times more powerful than before.

Ye Qingfeng gazed at Slaga in the sky with a hint of surprise.

He could naturally see that Slaga had activated some power, merging his own essence blood with his body, mobilizing blood energy to fight, his momentum several times larger than before.

"Human, today, I will tear you to pieces!"

In his Bloody Frenzy state, Slaga's eyes were filled with bloodlust. This state was unique to the Dark Race werewolves, only activated when facing formidable enemies.

By sacrificing their own blood in exchange for more powerful combat strength, once a Dark Race werewolf activated this state, it represented their immense determination to kill the enemy.

"Very well, if you can do it!"

Ye Qingfeng's expression did not change in the slightest. His figure gradually rose to stand level with Slaga in the sky, beckoning him with a finger.

"Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon!"

Slaga crossed his claws and then suddenly pulled them apart, a dark glow emanated from his mouth, growing from small to large, transforming into a crescent moon.

The crescent moon was scythe-shaped, initially only a few meters in size, but in just an instant, it grew several dozen times larger, the crescent-shaped energy rushing forth, spanning half the sky.

Ye Qingfeng stood motionless, letting the crescent-shaped energy rampage towards him.

This energy swept across the sky, pressing down with sharp force.

When it was only a few meters away from Ye Qingfeng, he gently extended his palm.

"Ting!"

Ye Qingfeng's five fingers bent slightly and then abruptly retracted, capturing the edge of the crescent-shaped energy in an instant.

"What?"

Slaga's bloodlusting eyes contracted once more, seemingly witnessing an unbelievable sight.

Ye Qingfeng grabbed the crescent-shaped shock wave with one hand, and this force could no longer advance, halted abruptly in the sky.

"After activating your special state, is this all you can do?"

He glanced mildly with a hint of disdain, then suddenly retracted his five fingers.

"Crack!"

A snapping sound pierced the air, and the crescent-shaped shock wave, under his grasp, shattered from the center into countless dark shadow fragments.

"How is this possible?"

Slaga's mouth gaped open, disbelief spreading wider and wider in his eyes.

Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon was one of the signature moves of the Dark Race werewolves, known for its immense power. It's said that in one instance, the Dark Race werewolves' elders used this move to slice three War Emperor Warriors in half.

Even if his strength was not as high as the clan elders, he was still among the best of the younger generation. Yet, his full-strength Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon was crushed so easily by Ye Qingfeng. What exactly is the strength of this human warrior?

"You Dark Race werewolves have likely been dwelling in Russia for too long. You dare cross into my Huaxia, harming innocents and even injuring my uncle. Killing you is too lenient!"

Ye Qingfeng spoke with indifference, raising his palm as flames erupted and rolled, finally forming an exquisite spear made of fire.

"This is an attack technique I almost never use, called 'Soul-devouring Flame Spear.'

"Those hit by it will have their life force slowly devoured, suffering endless agony, only to slowly die after unimaginable torment!"

"For a beast like you, it is perfect!"

Ye Qingfeng's eyes were cold and merciless. Since he cultivated the 'Soul-devouring Flame Spear' with Leaving Fire, he had never used it, as this attack was too vicious, against heaven's will. But this Dark Race werewolf, Slaga, had truly angered him.

The Soul-devouring Flame Spear could take life force and destroy one's foundation. It's an unparalleled means to torment and then slay an enemy, and this was the first time Ye Qingfeng used it since coming out of seclusion.

"I can also let you experience the pain of being skinned and dismembered!"

"Leaving Fire Golden Eyes, Third Transformation, Devouring Spirit."

In Slaga's terror-stricken gaze, Ye Qingfeng lightly waved his right hand, and the flame spear in his hand suddenly shot out.

In an instant, the world was filled with murderous intent!

The Soul-devouring Flame Spear in Ye Qingfeng's hand transformed into a resplendent rainbow, flashing across space.

Almost in an instant, the Soul-devouring Flame Spear crossed dozens of meters, reaching Slaga.

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