Bayou estimated its strength to be comparable to that of Shiao Bing, making it a viable opponent.
Ilong, unwilling to relinquish the cave, charged at the werewolf without hesitation, knowing that greater strength signified greater resources, Kia, assessing the situation, hesitated briefly before joining the assault on the werewolf.
In an instant, the three lords, who had been embroiled in conflict, forged an alliance against the werewolf.
Their respective troops surged towards the Fenra and fire demon wolves.
The spoils of battle will be divided equally, Ylong declared, frustrated that a recent mishap with Bayou had diminished his equipment, hindering his combat capabilities.
Bayou activated her left eye, wary and conscious of her vulnerability.
Unlike Yilong, who possessed self-healing abilities, a blow from the beast could inflict genuine harm upon her.
She swung her flame wreathed sythe, but the werewolf effortlessly deflected it with its claws.
Seizing the opportunity, Yelong thrust his claws at the creature's neck while cold Jia cast a spell, instantly encasing the werewolf's feet in ice as countless icy spikes erupted from the ground, targeting its lower body.
To everyone's astonishment, the werewolf creature suddenly transformed into an ice sculpture, successfully repelling the attacks of Yilong and Longia.
The moment the werewolf morphed into ice, a fierce blizzard erupted, forcefully driving the three individuals back.
At first, Bayou believed that lung Gia had frozen the creature.
However, it soon became evident that the werewolf had encased itself in ice.
Bayou felt a sharp pain in her arm, and upon glancing down, discovered an ice crystal had splattered onto her skin, freezing a patch that now appeared dark purple.
In an instant, Bayou ignited flames to melt the ice crystal.
As the werewolf voluntarily thawed, a colossal magical array materialized in the sky, enveloping the three.
Countless spikes of ice coalesed, hurtling towards them.
Indeed, this werewolf creature possessed magical abilities.
Chapter 90.
The frost direwolf flames instantly erupted around by you, encasing her in a protective inferno as the encroaching ice crystals melted upon contact.
Lung Jim mirrored her tactic, conjuring a massive glacial sphere to shield himself from the Lupin monstrosity's assault.
Only Yuang, devoid of magical aptitude, stood exposed.
Though his formidable physique could endure the beast's sorcery and scathe, the crude resilience felt undignified.
With a swift motion, he unfurled the tattered black cloth above his head, intercepting the hail of frost shards.
The werebee's predatory gaze calculated, one adversary cocooned in fire, another in ice, leaving only this rag wielding fool as prime prey.
No sooner had Yuong deployed his makeshift defense, than the creature lunged, its obsidian claws piercing clean through his torso.
This time, the monster twisted its talons upward in a vicious arc, nearly bifurcating the young warrior, collapsing in a crimson pool.
Yangs eyes flashed with manic intensity.
The spilled blood wythed like living mercury, crystallizing into jagged spikes that shot toward the beast, though the monster armored itself in glacial plates.
The sanguin projectiles corroded through with sizzling malice, puncturing its hide to release gouts of virulent pus.
A thunderous roar shook the battlefield.
The beast hadn't anticipated this half corpse breaching its defenses.
The ground beneath Yong erupted in frosty spears, hoisting his impaled form skyward as rhyme crept across his skin.
His heartbeat slowed to a deathly cadence.
Organs succumbing to creeping cryostasis.
Then a scarlet sigil blazed beneath him.
Boom! A volcanic geyser of flame engulfed Yong Bay by Yu's pyromancy shattering his icy tomb.
He burst through the inferno like a phoenix reborn.
A rapier of crystallized blood aimed at the beast's jugular.
The were beast conjured in glacial bull work.
But Les interference shattered the barrier mid formation.
His mediocre cryommancy couldn't challenge the monster directly, but disrupting its constructs proved invaluable.
The bloodlade found its mark.
shearing through the creature's back with corrosive fury.
Enraged, the beast hurled by you aside and counterattacked with a gutting swipe.
Fresh viscera spilled as Eliang<unk>s barely healed wounds reopened.
His palar ghostly from catastrophic blood loss.
The coagulating sword in his grip flickered.
One final strike remained before his life essence dissipated entirely.
Yilong felt as though both of his companions were merely performers, while he alone was fervently striving.
Bayou sensed that the moment had come.
She believed she could claim a kill.
Unaware of Yuyang<unk>s ability to manipulate blood, she chose not to engage with a werewolf monster.
However, Bayou, undeterred by her earlier setbacks, landed gracefully and summoned a colossal firebased magical array.
Instantly, a sea of flames surged towards the werewolf monster, melting the surrounding snow into rivullets.
The werewolf, equally defiant, conjured a blue and white frost magic array.
A tempest of blizzards interspersed with ice crystals collided with by Yu's inferno.
Upon their meeting, a tremendous cloud of steam erupted, enveloping the area in a thick mist.
Lia was bewildered.
Was she not to lure the undead? How could she wield such formidable fire magic? Lying on the ground, Yilong cursed Bayou in his heart countless times, lamenting why she had not utilized such potent magic sooner.
With such a vast sea of flames, Bayou dared not employ her dark magic, otherwise she would find herself at a deficit of 200 magical points in an instant.
The steam and Blizzard obscured everyone's vision.
Bayou teleported directly in front of the werewolf monster.
Although it could not see her, it sensed her presence and clawed in her direction.
Bayou's left eye flickered, instantly detecting the werewolf's attack.
She deafly sidestepped, her scythe slicing through the air towards the creature.
The scythe effortlessly cleaved through the werewolf's armor, tearing into its flesh.
A severed arm, adorned with long claws, flew backward, landing right before Yangong, causing his eyelids to twitch.
The excruciating pain struck the werewolf monster's very soul, eliciting a tormented howl while the stump still burned with black flames.
Bayou's petite fist struck the werewolf's abdomen, revealing three black magical arrays that expanded from her knuckles to her wrist.
With a thunderous roar, black flames erupted forth, piercing through the werewolf's belly and sending it hurtling backward.
Bayu teleported once more, landing with poise.
The werewolf collapsed beside Yelong, startling him into action as he immediately seized, pretending to be incapacitated and sidestepped.
"Are you toying with me?" Yelong exclaimed, his anger palpable.
"What? I can't hear you!" Bayou tilted her head, gesturing beside her ear and shouting back.
The werewolf, gravely injured by Bayou s dark magic, attempted to encase itself in ice to extinguish the flames, but to no avail.
Bayou approached the wounded werewolf, scythe in hand.
Why did you not use your black flame sooner? Yong harbored serious suspicions of Bayou<unk>'s integrity, yet could not find any evidence.
My magical energy is not limitless.
Of course, I needed to recover.
Bayou shrugged, indicating her indifference.
Seeing the two engaged in conversation, Lia approached from a distance, realizing the danger had subsided.
Hey kid, you're quite pathetic.
Based Langia, the latter smiled awkwardly at a loss for words, never expecting that this white-haired little girl was so powerful.
Enough with the idle chatter.
Swiftly eliminate it with your black flames.
Yelong urged, gazing at the frozen carcass of the werewolf monstrosity.
At this moment, he dared not utilize his blood attacks any longer.
For if these two lords were to reconsider, he would find himself barereft to the strength to flee.
Silence.
Do not instruct me on how to act.
Cold J trembled nearby, too fearful to speak, astonished that such a strikingly beautiful girl could possess such ferocity.
Bayou raised her hand, and five black spears materialized, piercing through the icy barrier and embedding themselves within the werewolf's form.
Three struck its head, while two penetrated its chest, extinguishing the crimson glow in the creature's eyes.
Congratulations, Lord, for successfully slaying the level six frost magic wolf commander, earning 160 experience points.
Chapter 91.
Entering the cave by you, gazed at the lifeless Frost Magic Wolf before him.
deep in contemplation.
Should he transform it into a skeletal beast or a mere undead? Converting it to a skeletal beast would certainly strip away its original magical prowess.
Yet, turning it into an ordinary undead felt akin to a gamble.