National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

"Kill them all."

Chu He’s voice was as cold as ice, as if it had come from the Nine Netherworld Hell,

devoid of any human emotion. It was crisp and decisive, leaving the Werewolves no chance of survival.

"You got it, no problem!"

Xia Chengli replied with excitement.

Her delicate body was like a lit powder keg,

erupting with a deafening roar of thunder.

The sound was like ten thousand thunder gods beating their war drums in unison, enough to make the entire world tremble.

At the same time, it was as if Magic had been cast upon the world.

The green leaves, which had been drifting down quietly, now began to swirl and flutter through the air,

like a swarm of dancing green Elves.

But this seemingly beautiful scene concealed a deadly intent.

The green leaves suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light as piercing as the scorching sun,

a brilliance so radiant it was impossible to look at directly.

Xia Chengli had, through some astonishingly magical means,

coated these seemingly fragile blades of grass with Thunder Power as if she were applying glue.

In an instant, the once-ordinary blades of grass

transformed into countless, incomparably sharp blades that glinted with a cold light.

Like waves of a torrential, world-ending downpour,

they carried a majestic force capable of tearing the heavens asunder and crushing everything in their path.

They swept toward the Werewolves, shredding the very air to pieces wherever they passed.

"Run! Everyone, run!

As long as one of us makes it out alive

and reports back to the clan, we’ll have succeeded!"

Sparrow tilted his head back toward the cold, merciless moon high in the night sky,

and with all his strength, let out a roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums.

His voice was filled with despair and resentment, like the final struggle of a cornered beast.

Then, as if hearing some urgent summons, all the members of the Werewolf Clan

began to twist and transform in a grotesque and terrifying manner,

turning into towering, several-meter-tall Werewolves in the blink of an eye.

Sparrow’s figure shot backward like a black bolt of lightning, running for his life.

His movements were as agile as a phantom’s.

He had clearly prioritized his own safety above all else, casting everything else aside.

The other members of the Werewolf Clan, after completing their transformation,

charged toward Xia Chengli like a brainwashed suicide squad, fearing no death.

Their intentions were painfully obvious.

They planned to pave an escape route for Sparrow with their own lives,

willingly becoming pitiful pawns sacrificed by their clan.

As Sparrow fled frantically, he let out another heart-wrenching, mournful roar, "I will return to avenge you, my brothers!"

On his massive wolf’s head, his eyes instantly glowed with an eerie and soul-stirring red light.

The light was filled with endless sorrow, profound grief, and deep-seated hatred—

a roar against the cruel mockery of fate and a solemn tribute to his fallen comrades.

The roar echoed long across the silent, bloody battlefield,

like the wail of a vengeful spirit, chilling one to the bone.

As for the few Superhumans, what loyalty could be expected of them?

Seeing the dire situation, they weren’t foolish enough to stay and die with the members of the Werewolf Clan.

Like a pack of terrified rats, they instantly scattered,

turning and fleeing for their lives in every direction.

This pathetic scene of them fleeing entered Sparrow’s sight,

making his eyes go wide and his teeth clench in fury. A fire of rage burned in his heart,

and he wished he could tear these deserters limb from limb.

But he also knew deep down that they were only loosely held together by a bond of mutual interest.

Now that disaster had struck, it was only human nature for them to save themselves. Though furious, he had no choice but to accept it.

By now, the Thunder Skill Xia Chengli had unleashed had already thrown the surrounding world into chaos.

The blades of grass, infused with the Power of Thunder and Lightning, seemed driven by some mysterious force.

They quickly gathered and merged, forming a massive, violent tornado in the blink of an eye.

This tornado was like a vortex of Demons from Hell, carrying an endless aura of destruction.

It swept directly toward the members of the Werewolf Clan who had stayed behind as cannon fodder to buy time,

instantly enveloping all of them.

The once seemingly fragile blades of grass, now empowered by the Power of Thunder and Lightning,

had transformed into countless, incomparably sharp blades that glinted with a cold light.

These blades spun and danced with a near-frenzied, utterly rabid ferocity,

sending flesh and blood flying wherever they passed.

In a mere instant,

the powerful bodies of the Werewolves were mercilessly flayed,

leaving only their grim skeletons standing starkly in place.

Blood gushed out like violent fountains, and bits of flesh flew everywhere,

but before any of it could hit the ground,

it was instantly vaporized into ethereal dust by the terrifyingly strong Power of Thunder and Lightning on the leaves.

It dissipated into the death-filled air,

as if no bloody slaughter had ever occurred here.

Only the cold skeletons remained, silent witnesses to the utterly gruesome scene that had just unfolded.

Witnessing this enormous gap in power with his own eyes,

Sparrow felt a deep sense of despair wash over him like a tidal wave, drowning him completely.

He knew that he would not escape today, even if he grew wings.

But his survival instinct still drove him to make one last struggle.

Xia Chengli bent her knees slightly, her posture light and graceful, like a swan about to take flight.

Then, she snapped her legs straight, her whole body launching forward like a powerful spring that had been compressed and suddenly released.

With a whistling sound, she shot toward Sparrow like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Sparrow had barely managed to flee a hundred meters with all his might,

but Xia Chengli’s speed was beyond imagination.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind him like a phantom and caught up to him.

Sparrow’s heart went cold. He understood that escaping was now just a foolish fantasy.

He steeled himself, turned around,

and lunged at Xia Chengli like a frenzied wolf,

attempting a desperate, last-ditch struggle.

Seeing Sparrow’s ferocious charge, Xia Chengli remained completely unfazed.

Her body twisted slightly like an agile eel,

the movement strange yet filled with a unique, rhythmic beauty.

With ease, she dodged Sparrow’s fierce strike.

Sparrow’s missed attack only fueled his rage.

He once again let out a series of deafening roars and deep growls,

the sounds echoing through the night sky as he sought to vent all his anger and despair.

Then, like an out-of-control killing machine,

he launched round after round of frenzied, storm-like attacks at Xia Chengli.

His moves were unpredictable, his power astonishing,

and every attack carried a lethal threat.

However, Xia Chengli was like an Elf dancing gracefully amid a dance of death.

She always managed to deftly evade him with those stunningly bizarre postures.

Her figure weaved through the gaps in Sparrow’s attacks with ease, as if moving through an empty space.

With every missed attack, the despair in Sparrow’s heart snowballed.

He had originally held onto a sliver of hope,

thinking he could unleash a burst of his hidden power

and perhaps drag Xia Chengli into a battle of attrition until she was exhausted.

But he never could have imagined that Chu He wouldn’t even need to act personally.

Relying on just this young girl,

he could be toyed with like an ant in the palm of her hand, utterly powerless to fight back, able only to struggle in despair.

"You’re just too slow."

In the instant that Sparrow’s focus wavered from despair,

a crisp, pleasant voice, like a sound from heaven, rang in his ear.

But at this moment, Sparrow was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful girlish voice.

Because a small, jade-white hand—seemingly delicate yet containing endless destructive power—

was crackling with the violent Power of Thunder and Lightning

and descending rapidly toward the top of his wolf’s head like a bolt of lightning splitting the night sky.

CRACK!

An immense force pressed down in an instant, like a great mountain.

Sparrow could even clearly hear the horrifying sound of his own skull fracturing.

That sound was the death knell rung by the Death God,

announcing that his end was nigh, that his life was about to be cut short by this immense power!