Chapter 1928: I'm Just Here for Revenge

"You abandoned your race and fled alone to save your life; doesn't that go against the loyalty and morality of your Werewolf Clan?"

"You are wrong. The reason I fled was not because I am a coward who fears trouble, but because I need to stay alive and find a way to avenge those who died."

"So that is why you brought your Wolf Clan elites here to die?" Chen Yu laughed. "Elites are indeed much stronger than ordinary Werewolves."

"But they haven't reached the point where they are terrifying. Ximeng is nearly dead; are you still working yourself to the bone for her?"

"Her life or death has nothing to do with me, truly." Dao'erge sneered. "I came here simply for revenge."

"The Wolf King gave me one last chance, letting ten Warriors accompany me to kill you."

"She merely provided me with a little information about you."

"Last time, over a hundred of the Werewolf Legion couldn't kill me. Now, with just the few of you, can you really touch me?" Chen Yu asked.

"We of the Werewolf Clan have never feared life or death." Dao'erge roared. "Death is a supreme honor for us. Chen Yu, the lives of over a hundred Werewolves were lost at your hands; it is time for us to avenge them."

"Come then." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Transform." Dao'erge roared. He let out a long howl toward the sky, and his figure instantly grew tall.

The other ten Werewolves howled toward the sky simultaneously, and immediately transformed.

Chen Yu was astonished to discover that the fur of these ten Werewolves before him was strikingly golden.

Moreover, their bodies were significantly taller than Dao'erge's, and their physical strength possessed even more impact.

"Huh, mutated?" Chen Yu asked Qiongsi in surprise. "Have you ever seen them like this?"

"No, but Mr. Chen, I have heard some things about the Werewolf Clan from the Pope."

Qiongsi said, "The ancestors of their Werewolf Clan left behind a Divine Artifact, and this Divine Artifact is a Crystal Skull."

"As long as they receive the Divine Light Baptism from the Crystal Skull, they will upgrade, and their strength will increase threefold..."

"So that's how it is. But aren't they afraid of the backlash of power by doing this?" Chen Yu asked.

"This... I heard there will be a backlash, and they will all die. Then if they do this, wouldn't they..." Qiongsi was horrified.

"They... never intended to return alive." Chen Yu sneered. "Well, this time they are risking their lives to keep me here."

"What should we do?" Seeing several golden, shimmering Werewolves roaring as they charged up, Qiongsi suddenly felt a bit timid.

"No need to panic, it's nothing major." Chen Yu smiled slightly. He beckoned with his right hand, and Lichen appeared in his grasp. With a flick of his right hand, the sword body carried a trace of Primordial Qi as he charged toward the Werewolf group.

Clang, clang, clang—dozens of Sword Lights surged up, enveloping the Werewolf team within.

But Chen Yu was shocked to find that the Sword Qi of his Lichen could not actually cause damage to these things.

Sweeping out with one sword strike to force these Werewolves back, Chen Yu's expression was rarely serious: "As expected of those who have undergone the Divine Light Baptism, they are indeed formidable."

"Hehe, Chen Yu, our Werewolf Clan has plenty of methods, and our Wolf King's strength is even more capable of crushing you." Dao'erge laughed loudly. "The power of the Crystal Skull left behind by our ancestors is something you cannot even imagine."

"We will die, but as long as we take you out, our deaths are worth it." Dao'erge roared. "Werewolf Clan, charge!"

Boom... Ten Werewolves leaped up, charging toward Chen Yu with a sense of certain victory and suicidal intent.

Chen Yu slashed forward with Lichen in his right hand, and a streak of dark radiance cut straight toward one of the Werewolves.

Ssh... The opponent's arm was severed directly by Chen Yu.

He looked at his severed arm in disbelief; his brain, which was not very bright to begin with, went blank for a brief moment.

They possessed the Divine Light Baptism; their bodies were indestructible. How on earth did Chen Yu... use what method to slice his arm in two? This is impossible...

"Do you think your body is unbreakable?" Chen Yu raised his head and smiled slightly.

"A brain like yours will never figure out why this is. So, take your questions to the grave."

Chen Yu slashed horizontally with his sword. Pfft... A massive wolf head was tossed high into the air, then landed heavily on the ground.

These Werewolves who had undergone the Divine Light Baptism indeed possessed very strong power within their bodies.

Even though Chen Yu had severed this fellow's head, he still unwillingly lunged forward a few steps before falling heavily to the ground, his body and head parted.

Moreover, their blood had all turned golden because of the Divine Light.

But compared to Chen Yu, who was in the Peeping God Realm, their power was ultimately still far inferior.

Chen Yu performed another horizontal thrust, piercing a huge hole directly through the chest of one of the Werewolves.

A massive heart was plucked out by Chen Yu and crushed on the spot.

"You actually possess the power to contend with Divine Power?" Dao'erge looked at Chen Yu in horror.

"The Crystal Skull passed down by your ancestors is indeed powerful." Chen Yu smiled slightly. "But unfortunately, your bodies cannot withstand the Divine Power within it."

"The Divine Light circled through your bodies; what could remain inside you is almost negligible, yet this still made you exceptionally powerful."

"Unfortunately, to me, the power is still too weak."

"Retreat!" Dao'erge roared in terror.

He had come this time with the determination to die, but he found that he had underestimated Chen Yu's strength.

If he failed this time, his soul would not be accepted by the Werewolves.

However, Chen Yu moved Lichen forward with his right hand and said in a deep voice, "Want to leave? It's not that easy. You all stay here."

A streak of Sword Qi whistled out, encircling the remaining eight Werewolves and Dao'erge.

Dao'erge roared frantically. He tried to break through the Restriction to get out, but unfortunately, he crashed into it until he was bloodied, yet he had no way to break the Restriction.

The Sword Qi began to circulate, and amidst Dao'erge's terrified expression, it transformed into nine sword blades that appeared as solid as reality.

These swords hung over Dao'erge's head, and the aura of death washed over him overwhelmingly.

Dao'erge shrieked, "No... stop, Chen Yu, stop! We can talk about this."

"Yo, compromising?" Chen Yu looked at him in surprise. "I thought your race was one that would rather die than submit."

"No, it's not like that. Let's talk. Spare our lives, perhaps let my clansmen go," Dao'erge begged.

"They have already been baptized by the Divine Light and cannot live. What is the point of you saving them?" Chen Yu asked.

"They can still live, they would just be reduced to the lowest-class slaves without any power. And if they die just like this, their souls will never be able to return to the Wolf Tomb."