Chapter Forty-Nine: The Avatar of Yenogu!
With the outbreak of the Saint’s Cataclysm, the planar barrier has become increasingly weak.
The King of Werewolves, Yenogu, must have some way to track the traces of the Time Flail; otherwise, His followers wouldn’t have appeared twice. The last attack on Leaffall City was definitely related to the Time Flail, and this time even the Abyss Werewolves have shown up. One wonders how many parts of the Time Flail the King of Werewolves has obtained and whether there are any special subordinates involved this time.
Soren lagged behind but followed closely.
He did not dare to get too close because the Legendary Monk’s perception abilities are quite impressive. Soren was not worried about being detected using conventional methods; he feared being discovered using the Sixth Sense.
This is the most unreasonable counter-detection method and the only one Soren cannot avoid.
The Sixth Sense belongs to the supernatural realm.
Sometimes even deities cannot fully perceive something purely using the Sixth Sense.
Awooo!
A wolf howl suddenly echoed through the quiet night, followed by continuous signs of battle ahead, faintly accompanied by bl**d-curdling screams.
“Ah!…”
Accompanied by the terrified screams, a middle-aged man dressed as a monk was torn in half.
The confrontation was over in an instant. By the time this group of people realized what was happening, they had already fallen into the enemy’s encirclement.
Werewolf Assassins!
All of them had dark fur, and their physiques were even taller than the werewolves of the Material Plane, yet they moved with incredible agility. When these monks fell into their encirclement, they were astonished to discover that the number of enemies was far greater than expected. These werewolves emitted an aura of intimidation that no creature from the Material Plane could possess; it could only emanate from demons of the Bottomless Abyss with demon bloodlines, radiating such a dangerous presence.
“They’re the King of Werewolves’ personal guards!”
Soren immediately noticed the difference in these towering werewolves, which bore a unique emblem from the City of Yenogu, the central city of the 422nd layer of the Bottomless Abyss. The werewolves seemed to be called Wilderness Trackers, usually responsible for capturing runaway slaves from the Bottomless Abyss, including mid to high-ranking demon slaves. Yenogu only dispatched them for very important missions; these werewolves had professional levels exceeding 18.
This means they were all quasi-legendary level monsters!
“These annoying brutes!”
“k*ll them all!”
Familiar Abyssal dialects came forth, and at the center of the group of werewolf assassins stood a towering werewolf warlord over three meters tall. It wielded a three-headed flail in its right hand and a flail radiating a cold aura in its left.
Uniform design.
Soren confirmed at a glance that this was one of the components of the Time Flail; however, it was not the poisonous head he had obtained, but rather the ice head from the five attributes.
Awooo!
Werewolf assassins from all directions lunged towards him instantaneously; dark, cold flashes emerged, and poisoned short swords from various angles attacked the approaching monk team.
These werewolves were incredibly fast, with agility exceeding 25.
This indicated they were directly related to the King of Werewolves. It was even possible that some among them possessed His bloodline. For demon lords, their progeny are also important subordinates.
These descendants were far stronger than other demons!
—“Solar Flare!”
Faced with the attacks of the high-level werewolf assassins, the leading Legendary Monk finally had no other choice. He stepped back a few steps and unleashed his ultimate move. Accompanied by a loud explosion, terrifying flames directly blasted away the nearby high-level werewolf assassins.
Although the people he brought along were quite powerful, almost all of them were still slightly weaker than these high-level werewolf assassins. The entire team only had Chan and the Sword Saint reaching about professional level 18, while most others ranged between levels 15 to 16. They were mostly newly advanced professionists. In battle, these people were clearly suppressed, and if their casualties were too high and they fell into the encirclement of these highly agile enemies, even monks would have no confidence in escaping.
One Solar Flare cleared the enemies nearby, and the Legendary Monk immediately charged towards the werewolf warlord ahead.
The disparity between the two was too great.
He could only gamble; capturing the thief first meant capturing the king. Taking down this werewolf warlord might bring about a turnaround.
“Unknowingly seeking d*ath!”
When faced with the Legendary Monk’s advance, the werewolf warlord’s lips curled into a smirk of disdain, and it roared angrily while swinging the three-headed flail down.
—“Bull Strength!”
—“Evil Shadow Strike!”
—“Rage Technique!”
Three spells simultaneously manifested, and as it swung the three-headed flail toward the Legendary Monk, the werewolf warlord still had enough strength to point forward, directly casting a spell into the crowd.
—“Edict: Intimidation!”
In an instant, several people in the crowd stood frozen in place, and nearby high-level werewolf assassins instantly pounced forward, beheading them in one stroke.
“Not good!”
“This is the elector of the King of Werewolves!…”
In the darkness, Soren’s gaze sharpened, and he realized that the Legendary Monk was likely in grave danger. Although the King of Werewolves, Yenogu, is a demon lord, he also possesses a portion of the werewolf racial priesthood. However, he has not truly attained divinity, belonging to the pseudo-deity level of demon lords. Most of his electors are direct descendants, and these electors have been granted a portion of divine power, potentially allowing them to become his avatar in times of need.
Undoubtedly!
These abilities were not something an ordinary werewolf could wield, and Yenogu may have manifested as His avatar.
—“Shadow Concealment!”
—“Shadow Leap!”
Soren was instantly ready to move, but just as he prepared to confront the werewolf warlord before him, several high-level werewolves nearby had already killed several monks, three of whom realized the danger posed by Chan and charged toward her, intent on eliminating her first.
At this moment, Soren faced a dilemma.
If he went to save the Legendary Monk, he couldn’t save Chan; if he saved Chan, the Legendary Monk, unaware that the enemy was the avatar of Yenogu, might be taken down in one assault.
Hesitation lasted only a moment.
In an instant, Soren’s figure appeared behind Chan, and then he grabbed her with one hand and threw her back.
—“Sword Intent [Spiraling Dance]!”
Accompanied by a torrent of strange silver-white blades, the high-level werewolves charging towards Soren froze in place. The next moment, three high-level werewolves were directly sliced into chunks of flesh.
And behind him was Chan, her face filled with shock, seemingly unaware of where Soren had appeared from!
Chan was saved.
However, just as Soren rescued Chan, an unexpected incident occurred with the Legendary Monk.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
