Staring at the hundreds of werewolves, Ye Qing did lose himself for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. With three forces within him, he was impervious to blades and spears; these werewolves could not harm him in the slightest. On the contrary, if they dared to attack him, the three forces within would immediately strike back, slaughtering them. Therefore, Ye Qing feared not only hundreds of werewolves but thousands—or even tens of thousands—did not pose a threat to him.
"So this is your lair!" Ye Qing glanced around and clicked his tongue. "Just as well, today I'll slaughter all you flesh-eating beasts, saving me the trouble of hunting you down one by one!"
Saying this, Ye Qing walked straight towards the hundreds of werewolves. He could see they were very wary of him, not daring to pounce towards his direction. Since they wouldn't come to him, Ye Qing had no intention of waiting, but chose to take the initiative, confident he would suffer no loss.
