Chapter 134: Picking Them Off One by One [5]

"Men, stop him!"

Seeing Zhang Ran charging toward him, the Level 4 werewolf shaman’s aged eyes flickered with a hint of panic, yet he feigned composure and commanded in the werewolf tongue.

"Yes, Great Shaman!"

Responding to the Level 4 shaman, the five elite werewolves, empowered by the Berserk spell, let out a thunderous roar. Brandishing their beast-bone weapons, they charged at Zhang Ran.

These elite werewolves were top-tier among Level 3 entities. Bolstered by the Berserk spell, their strength surged, and they fought with fearless abandon. Working in unison, they were capable of surrounding and killing even a peak Level 4 mutant beast. But before Zhang Ran, they were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs—utterly pathetic.

"Too weak!"

Watching the Level 3 elite werewolves lunging at him, a trace of mockery crossed Zhang Ran’s eyes. His figure flickered, carving a blood-red arc through the air. As his machete danced, it unleashed a series of magnificent, lightning-fast blade beams.

*Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!*

With three distinct sounds of necks snapping, three massive wolf heads flew high into the air. The three headless corpses collapsed limply, and blood gushed from the still-twitching stumps like a fountain.

With just one strike, Zhang Ran had slaughtered three Level 3 elite werewolves. As for the remaining two, their attacks couldn't keep pace with his speed and missed their marks entirely.

"Haha, go to hell!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Ran’s eyes as he locked onto the last two elite werewolf warriors. His figure flickered once more, his machete slicing two cold, crescent-moon arcs through the air!

*Crunch! Crunch!*

Under Zhang Ran’s assault, the final two Level 3 elite werewolf warriors were helpless to resist. Decapitated in a single stroke, the crimson light faded from their eyes, leaving only infinite resentment and a desperate attachment to life. Their bodies trembled with decreasing intensity until they finally lost all signs of vitality.

With the death of the five elite warriors, the Level 2 werewolf soldiers began to tremble uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror. For these Level 2 soldiers, who had not been affected by the Berserk spell, facing someone like Zhang Ran—who could slaughter their superiors with such ease—was utterly petrifying. If not for the imposing presence of the Level 4 shaman, they would have long since scattered and fled.

"Your turn. Die, you old wretch!"

Streams of evolutionary energy surged from the corpses of the five elite warriors, traversing space to enter Zhang Ran’s body. Meanwhile, Zhang Ran glared at the Level 4 werewolf chieftain—the shaman—and spoke coldly. He then gripped his Level 2 alloy saber and charged toward him!

"Lava Missile!"

Having cast Berserk and Swamp, the Level 4 werewolf chieftain had entered a channeling phase. While Zhang Ran was busy dispatching the elite warriors, the chieftain completed his ability. He thrust his werewolf staff forward and pointed it abruptly at Zhang Ran!

As the Lava Missile ability activated, a globe of molten lava the size of a human head—brimming with terrifying flame energy and radiating scorching heat—appeared atop the shaman’s staff and shot toward Zhang Ran!

Lava Missile was an ability similar to Fireball, but its power was several times greater. With temperatures exceeding three thousand degrees, it was capable of melting most Level 2 alloys, piercing through enemy armor with ease. Even Level 6 mutant creatures would not dare to take such an attack head-on.

Releasing the Lava Missile drained the werewolf chieftain, clearly putting him in a state of exhaustion. Watching the projectile hurtle toward him, Zhang Ran’s expression turned grave; even he dared not take this hit directly!

The Lava Missile moved with blistering speed. At such close range, Zhang Ran felt a wave of searing heat rushing toward him. Instinctively, he triggered Blood Sprint to dodge to the side.

The missile streaked past him, missing by a mere meter. The intense heat instantly melted the Level 2 combat suit on Zhang Ran’s skin, singed his hair, and scorched the outer layer of his skin.

Waves of pain washed over him. An ordinary person might have screamed in agony, but Zhang Ran was a powerful evolver; his endurance and recovery were far superior to the average person, allowing him to maintain his composure.

*BOOM!*

The head-sized Lava Missile slammed into the ground, detonating instantly. It carved a crater ten meters in diameter and nearly two meters deep. Everything within the pit was incinerated, and the earth was scorched into a wasteland.

Clusters of flames scattered from the impact site, igniting the surrounding dry grass and turning it to ash.

"To be able to wound me, this move of yours is worth being proud of. Unfortunately, you are still too weak!"

Looking at the Level 4 werewolf chieftain in the distance, a flicker of approval crossed Zhang Ran’s eyes. But an enemy was an enemy; Zhang Ran would never spare one out of mere admiration. He took a long stride forward and charged madly toward the shaman again!

Seeing Zhang Ran evade the attack, the shaman’s eyes filled with despair. Watching Zhang Ran closing in, he shouted in the werewolf tongue: "All my men, don't stay! Scatter and run!"

In less than five seconds, Zhang Ran reached the Level 4 werewolf shaman. Knowing he had no chance of escape, the shaman simply stared coldly at Zhang Ran, his eyes flickering with hatred and extreme loathing.

"Go to hell!"

Looking at the Level 4 werewolf shaman, a fierce light flashed in Zhang Ran’s eyes. He swung his machete, unleashing a blade beam that struck madly toward the shaman's neck!