"Kill them all."
Chu He's voice was as cold as ice, as if it had come from the Nine Netherworld Hell,
devoid of any human emotion. It was crisp and decisive, leaving the Werewolves no chance of survival.
"You got it, no problem!"
Xia Chengli replied with excitement.
Her delicate body was like a lit powder keg,
erupting with a deafening roar of thunder.
The sound was like ten thousand thunder gods beating their war drums in unison, enough to make the entire world tremble.
At the same time, it was as if Magic had been cast upon the world.
The green leaves, which had been drifting down quietly, now began to swirl and flutter through the air,
like a swarm of dancing green Elves.
But this seemingly beautiful scene concealed a deadly intent.
The green leaves suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light as piercing as the scorching sun,
a brilliance so radiant it was impossible to look at directly.
Xia Chengli had, through some astonishingly magical means,
