Chapter 907

Muscles and bones all turned to powder and debris, exploding outward in every direction.

That extremely tough wolf skin had also vanished.

It must have become a paste of meat as well.

Qi Yue froze for a moment.

Even Lian Wu couldn't do this!

No matter how fierce Qi Yue's attacks were, she would only have hacked the werewolf into chunks.

She couldn't possibly have made it explode.

So...

These werewolves are not immortal!

Once damage accumulates to a certain point, they burst apart.

Although werewolves don't take injuries.

They don't lose combat ability from wounds, broken legs, broken feet, torn muscles, or anything like that.

But these werewolves really can die!

That's enough!

The female soldiers cried out in excitement.

"It's dead!! That werewolf is dead!!"

"They can be killed!"

"Got it — our attacks just weren't strong enough!"

"Not strong enough? Then hit it again, Lian Wu!"

"Understood! Thrust!"

"We'll go together, Lian Wu."

"All together, coordinated assault!"

"A few sisters, come flank with me!"

A giant female spearman drove a werewolf back with a thrust.

"Aaaow—"

The werewolf howled in pain — this giant female spearman's attack was far stronger.

Although it still hadn't caused any damage, the female soldiers' expressions were clearly different.

"I'll flank — everyone else, come on!"

"Got it! Thrust!"

"I'm coming too — thrust."

"And me — together!"

Five giant female spearmen fixed on a single werewolf and stabbed furiously.

"Aoooooo!!"

Five long spears thrust home; the werewolf howled in agony, drool flying, clawing and grabbing wildly.

Suddenly, just like before.

That werewolf exploded too.

Boom!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere; the foul-smelling shreds of meat spattered all over the female soldiers beside it.

Yet those female soldiers were not disgusted at all — they were overjoyed.

The female soldiers could also kill werewolves!

And the attacks of these five giant female spearmen were definitely not as high as Qi Yue's twelve slashes.

So the amount of damage needed to kill these werewolves probably wasn't too outrageous.

Ordinary female soldiers can kill them too!

The deaths of these two werewolves didn't affect the overall situation, but they gave the female soldiers hope.

As long as they can be killed, that's fine.

The female soldiers, now at a disadvantage, all fought desperately, charging forward in a spray of blood.

Their morale surged back up!

The werewolves' offensive was even being suppressed.

Although the female soldiers were fired up again, casualties inevitably appeared.

Gu Qing saw every wound.

She kept popping spiritual power pills one after another, and her healing technique never stopped.

The blood concentration in the air grew thicker; Gu Qing's bodily fluids and blood were both more than half depleted.

Should she spray silk?

No, the effect wouldn't be much...

Even if she could entangle dozens of werewolves, it was useless if she couldn't deal them damage.

Better to save more of her fluids to heal the female soldiers, letting them hold on longer and deal more damage.

Besides, Gu Qing's main target wasn't the female soldiers — it was Tang Ruan.

Tang Ruan, who was being piloted by Zhao Chi and taking the rock screen head-on.

While the werewolves charged, the rock screen also lunged at Tang Ruan.

Tang Ruan's huge, pristine white body stood at the very front of the formation — extremely conspicuous.

Yanping's eyes locked onto her in an instant.

Coincidentally, Tang Ruan's target was also him.

To play it safe, Tang Ruan still used Provocation, drawing it onto herself.

Yanping said with contempt: "Provoke me? You actually dare to provoke me? Do you have any idea how vast the gap between us really is? Since you're provoking me, then die!"

Boom!

Yanping vanished.

Two shallow craters appeared on the ground where he had just been standing.

He's coming!

Where?

Can't see him!

Screw it, thrust the spear first and hope for the best.

Zhao Chi casually thrust his spear, trying his luck.

Missed!

That's only natural — how could he be that lucky?

Whish—

The sound of wind came from behind on the left.

He turned his head.

He saw a pair of enormous wolf claws.