Chapter 2047: This is a Trap

Not to mention anything else, just in terms of height, they were a head shorter than true Werewolves.

He stared fixedly at his surroundings, killing intent radiating from his entire body; this was his stress response to sensing danger.

Dozens of figures emerged from the surroundings; these people were all tall Werewolves, and even in their ordinary human forms, they were large in stature.

The leader was dressed in black shaman robes; he was the High Priest Fuli, and like most shaman charlatans, he held a Bone Jade Scepter in his hand, his entire image solemn and imposing.

Those who had come were all elites of the Werewolf Clan and several Priests, and they surrounded Chen Yu and the others layer by layer.

"Heh, you few are truly rare guests." Fuli looked toward the group, his final gaze landing on Jinsang: "Jinsang, you have truly disappointed me."

"Fuli, High Priest, I didn't expect us to meet in this way now." Jinsang recovered his human form and murmured: "You are right to be disappointed in me; I loathe the entire Werewolf race, but you are the only one I cannot bring myself to hate."

"When you were very young, I held high hopes for you." Fuli looked at Jinsang and muttered to himself: "If it weren't for my partiality toward you, the Wolf Clan would have executed your mother long ago, and would never have kept her alive to wait for you to grow up and take you away from the Snow Plains."

"This is the only thing I owe you." Jinsang slowly raised his head: "The care you gave me and the help you provided were all built on the foundation of me killing more people, so I do not acknowledge these favors."

"Heh, have you truly lost track of your own identity? You must remember, you are a Werewolf." Fuli laughed in extreme anger: "You are not a human."

"But my mother is human, and I was born by a human." Jinsang said angrily: "I am a human, not a beast."

"Who are you calling a beast?" The group of Werewolves opposite them was enraged; what they hated most was others calling them beasts.

This deeply stung the most sensitive and vulnerable part of their inner hearts.

"He was not wrong; you are indeed beasts." Xueli slowly removed the hat covering her head, revealing her true face, while at the same time releasing her restrained aura without the slightest reservation.

A holy power radiated from her, a power that made everyone slightly startled, causing them to retreat involuntarily.

"You are one of the Pope's people, and a Bishop-level one at that; who exactly are you?" Fuli stared at Xueli with an ugly expression.

The aura that had just radiated from Xueli left him shocked beyond measure.

This was absolutely not an ordinary missionary; it was impossible for an ordinary missionary to radiate such a powerful aura.

"My name is Xueli; you should have heard of me." Xueli smiled sweetly, slowly raising her head to look at Fuli: "Within the Pope's organization, there is only one person named Xueli."

"You are actually Saintess Xueli of the Pope?" An expression of disbelief appeared on Fuli's face, and he shrieked: "You are walking right into a trap; we will capture the Saintess alive and use her to threaten the Pope."

"In this way, we can leave openly and honestly, and we will no longer have to guard this cold Snow Plains, starving and freezing."

Green light shone in the eyes of all the Werewolves, and a portion of them let out a howl and transformed immediately.

Layers of people surrounded the three of them, and everyone was waiting for Fuli's order to rush forward and tear the Saintess to pieces.

"If I die, someone will succeed me in the position of Saintess, and the Pope's people only have the glory of dying in battle; we do not accept the humiliation of being captives." Xueli grabbed with both hands, and her Holy Artifact appeared in her hand.

She said sternly: "You may come up if you wish; I can die, but before I die, you must also pay a huge price."

"Capture her alive, I want her alive!" Fuli roared.

With a howl, everyone rushed over.

Before these guys could rush over, Chen Yu already had his Li Chen in his hand; his right hand paused, and the Li Chen in his hand shimmered with a faint light. As his Sword Qi rippled, crisscrossing Sword Light shot into the sky.

Pfft, pfft, pfft... A wave of Sword Qi harvested the heads of the dozen or so Werewolves rushing at the very front.

Chen Yu moved his hands continuously, shifting them, and a deep blue aura condensed in mid-air; this was the second wave of the Sword Array already formed.

This time, Chen Yu's combat power had been pushed to the limit; even facing so many elites and Priests of the Werewolf Clan, he did not fall into a disadvantage at all.

Roar... The fearless Werewolves surged up again; their tall figures, agile movements, and sharp teeth and claws were their most powerful weapons.

However, no matter how strong these attacks were, in Chen Yu's eyes, they were merely ordinary physical attacks. His right hand moved, and the Sword Array condensed in mid-air moved once again.

The wind and clouds shifted, and accompanied by bursts of screams, the Werewolves who rushed into the Sword Array left nothing behind but severed limbs and arms on the ground.

After these two waves of attacks, two-thirds of the dozens of elites who had come were already dead. The remaining few Priests were simply stunned; this combat power was something they could not even imagine.

After Chen Yu's two waves of attacks, his strength remained very strong; the deep blue Sword Light in mid-air gathered again, and the Sword Array formed once more.

"I don't believe he still has the strength to organize an attack." Fuli roared: "Call all our clansmen; even if we have to surround them, we will surround them to death."

"Fuli, not everyone can enter the Sacred Land. There are hundreds of elites outside who have already arrived, but I suggest you still use the power of the Sacred Object." A Priest suggested.

"Just because of them, it's worth using our clan's Sacred Object? You think too highly of them." Fuli sneered: "I know he is a Dharma Cultivator, but Dharma Cultivators absorb Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy."

"Our Sacred Land is an ancient battlefield, isolated from the world; there is simply not enough Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy for him to absorb. He has already used two sword strikes; he will have no strength to use a third."

"But..." This Priest looked at the Sword Qi filling the sky, his heart feeling a bit uneasy.

"He is merely bluffing." Fuli roared: "Let our elites in and kill them."

"You know quite a bit about Dharma Cultivators; you even know that our power comes from the heavens?" Chen Yu looked at Fuli in surprise.

"There is nothing strange about that; I am the High Priest, so of course I know many things." Fuli roared: "Go, tear them to pieces, just leave the Saintess alive; she is our bargaining chip to negotiate with the Pope."

Howl, another group of fearless Werewolves surged up.

Chen Yu released his Sword Spirit, and a graceful figure spun in mid-air, then the Sword Radiance filling the sky lit up once again.