The Werewolf squad was thrown into chaos. They howled and scattered for cover, but Zhou Ming's sniping was like the Grim Reaper calling names. With every shot, a Werewolf fell.
Xu Wuyi also made his move.
He burst out from the bushes, his longspear striking like a dragon as he charged the nearest War General.
The War General had just dodged one of Zhou Ming's shots and hadn't yet regained its balance when it saw the dark-gold glint of a spear enlarging before its eyes.
It roared and swung its claws to block, but Xu Wuyi's spear was too fast, too cunning.
With a flick of the spear's tip, he bypassed the sharp claws and pierced its throat.
The Undying Flame erupted in an instant, stifling the War General's shriek in its throat.
The other three War Generals reacted, lunging madly at Xu Wuyi.
