"Uncle, is the disappearance of people at the border caused by this thing?"

Ye Qingfeng asked.

Ye Miao nodded slightly, pointing towards Qiu Ying: "Previously, Xiaoying was captured by it into a snow cave, which was full of human remains, at least dozens of them. It's undoubtedly the culprit."

Ye Qingfeng followed Ye Miao's finger, his gaze landing on Qiu Ying.

Qiu Ying's delicate body trembled slightly, a mix of nerves and a bit of hope within her heart, wishing Ye Qingfeng would say a few words to her.

But Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, just skimming over her lightly, quickly passing by, leaving her in extreme annoyance.

"In his eyes, am I really this worthless?"

She felt indignant, deeply frustrated. Thinking of Ye Qingfeng's tenderness towards Ouyang Liluo made her feel a deep regret, like the Yangtze River bursting, uncontrollable.

All of this was originally hers!

"Bang!"

A loud crash resounded, bursting forth from the snow mountain, a dark shadow swept through the sky, then fell heavily in front of Ye Qingfeng and the others, shaking the entire mountain continuously.

Slaga's blood-red eyes were filled with endless fury, yet deep within his gaze, there was a hint of fear.

He suddenly realized that this human martial artist, Ye Qingfeng, was completely different from those he had encountered before, exuding a dangerous aura everywhere.

His physical body was incredibly strong, yet even with Ye Qingfeng's earlier punch, blood trickled from his mouth, and there was still a small dent in his chest, testament to the power of that punch.

The previous disdain and arrogance had faded, leaving only a solemn sternness one feels facing a formidable opponent. His wolf eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce aura slowly emanated from him.

"That's the Dark Race Werewolf clan for you, pretty durable!"

Ye Qingfeng had a look of interest on his face; even a Half-step War Emperor would struggle against his punch, yet this Dark Race werewolf took a direct hit and only suffered minor injuries. The strength of its physique was indeed astonishing.

"You are the first human to truly infuriate me!"

Slaga licked the blood off the corner of his mouth with his crimson long tongue, his savage aura growing increasingly intense. Even after being twice injured by Ye Qingfeng, he remained utterly fearless.

The Dark Race Werewolf clan, ferocious and violent, with a lust for combat, are bloodthirsty, and their bodies boast peak regenerative capabilities, fearing almost no opponent.

"Roar!"

His beastly roar, sharp and piercing, sent chills down one's spine. Birds and beasts scattered all around, as if sensing the extreme threat.

Slaga's gigantic wolf paw stomped on the ground, causing the entire mountain range to shake again as he leaped into the air, this single jump spanning hundreds of feet, striking awe.

In the air, his form turned into a heavy black shadow, plummeting straight down, a dark light enveloping his massive wolf paw, tearing through the air and leaving a long scar.

Before Slaga's body even hit, the air below was compressed to the limit, full of explosive tension. Once his foot landed, it would certainly create a cataclysmic impact.

Feeling such a terrifying assault, Ye Miao and the others' expressions changed dramatically, instinctively stepping back in fear.

Ye Qingfeng glanced briefly at the three, then suddenly turned back, similarly stomping his foot and charging toward the sky.

"Human, seek death!"

Slaga's cold voice echoed, but Ye Qingfeng seemed oblivious, his figure crashing forward, not utilizing even a bit of spiritual energy.

His elbow lifted slightly, like a heavy bulldozer across himself, and in an instant, he clashed recklessly with Slaga's massive wolf paw.

A rippling wave of power spread out of nowhere, sweeping across Thunder Night, instantly felling the birds within its reach, plummeting down.

Ye Miao and the others stood in shock, their eyes frozen. Above in the sky, Slaga, who had been descending like a cannonball, was unable to withstand Ye Qingfeng's overwhelming force with just one elbow strike, his enormous body was thrown upward.

"How is that possible?"

Slaga was utterly terrified. His physical strength was tremendous, and the addition of his downward momentum from such heights should have been enough to break the snow mountain in two with a single stamp.

But Ye Qingfeng, rising from below, launched a counterattack without the aura of a martial artist, his raw strength clashing against him, sending his body unexpectedly skyward. Such power was unbelievable!

He had never imagined that outside their Dark Race Werewolf clan, there could exist another entity with such a formidable physique.

In his eyes, Ye Qingfeng was merely a human, how could he possess such bodily strength?

Slaga flew backward, while Ye Qingfeng's figure slightly sank a few meters as they collided.

Yet he never paused, his foot stomping the air again, rocketing upwards once more.

Amid Slaga's tumbling flight upward, he suddenly felt his head being grasped, causing him great alarm.

Ye Qingfeng pressed a single hand against Doug's massive wolf head, dragging him from the sky, his body diving downwards.

"Clatter!"

Ye Qingfeng's gaze was cold, his hand like iron claws held Doug's nape, forcibly slamming his huge body into the thousand-year-old snow mountain.

Ye Miao and the others only saw a black shadow flash by, crashing into the snow mountain without any pause, plowing straight from the peak to the base.

A massive mountain range was cleaved in two by Slaga's body under Ye Qingfeng's forceful hand, revealing a gorge hundreds of meters deep, leaving one utterly terrified.

At the base of the mountain, Ye Qingfeng's hand remained in place, Slaga's dark body covered in blood, with cracks all over, and despite his resilience, he kept howling in pain.

"The Dark Race Werewolves, merely durable!"

Ye Qingfeng smirked coldly, single-handedly threw Slaga upwards.

"I want to see just how durable you can be!"

With a backward hook of his foot, a sidelong whip kick, his bodily strength erupted explosively. Slaga only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, once more involuntarily propelled skyward.

"Swish!"

Ye Qingfeng pursued relentlessly like a shadow, faster than lightning, leaving behind residual images.

The sky echoed with constant dull booms, Ye Miao and the others stood motionless, gazes fixed.

This ferocious wolf-like beast was utterly powerless to retaliate, being tossed around the sky like a sandbag.

And Ye Qingfeng played the role of a relentless fighter, each punch being thunderous, every kick delivered causing Slaga to shriek miserably, blood flying.

An extraordinarily powerful race, the Dark Race Werewolves, seemed profoundly ineffectual in Ye Qingfeng's hands.

"Boom!"

In the sky above, Ye Qingfeng stamped down with his foot, Slaga's body crashed heavily into the snow mountain, pulverizing half of it into dust, his body sinking into countless fragments, disappearing from view.

Ye Qingfeng descended gently from the sky, landing lightly on the snow, in front of him the newly gouged gorge reaching its towering crest.

He glanced indifferently below, shaking his head slightly.

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