The warriors behind him followed closely. There were no tactics, no formations—only the grim determination to fight to the death.
Xu Wuyi raised his long spear, but Hong Nianyi stopped his hand.
"I'll handle this."
She drew her Long Saber and walked toward the charging Werewolves.
A flash of her saber.
Within ten breaths, over a dozen Werewolf Warriors fell, their blood staining the rocky ground. Hong Nianyi showed no mercy; every strike was precise and lethal.
Finally, she stood before the old werewolf captain.
The old werewolf was already grievously wounded, kneeling on the ground with a broken War Axe in his hand. He looked up, his crimson eyes fixing on Hong Nianyi as a garbled howl escaped his lips.
Hong Nianyi read his lips.
It was the Celestial Wolf word for "why."
Why did the humans have to invade their home? Why did they have to slaughter them all?
Hong Nianyi watched him in silence. After a long moment, she spoke slowly.
"Because you struck first."
