A colossal python, its body entirely of a silvery-white hue, pursued and coiled around Glen at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Several hours had elapsed since the battle began. When Glen was on the verge of exhausting his physical strength, he had been on the verge of transforming once more to bring the battle to an immediate end.

This was a course of action he was reluctant to take, for he was uncertain of what other dangers awaited outside. Should he not preserve some of his strength for his departure, the consequences could be unpredictable.

After all, once his trump card was played, he would be left with nothing in reserve.

However, at that very moment, an unknown mage summoned a robust and succulent wild boar to assist in the attack against him.

Rather than being alarmed, Glen was delighted. He promptly tore the wild boar to pieces and devoured it, thereby restoring his strength. Moreover, he inflicted near-fatal injuries on several melee warriors.

Had it not been for the timely arrival of the healers on the opposing side, those injured warriors would have been slain by him.

It must be said that this group of individuals demonstrated remarkable teamwork and possessed extremely rich combat experience.

For the time being, Glen refrained from killing the python, intending to keep it as emergency provisions.

The mage who had summoned the wild boar was completely unaware of the absurd error he had committed. In their view, it was perfectly normal for a werewolf to consume meat, and the death of the wild boar he had conjured seemed entirely reasonable.

Having gained an understanding of the tactics employed by this group, Glen had gradually formulated a plan in his mind to conclude the battle.

Unlike Glen, who was becoming increasingly at ease, his opponents were experiencing a steady decline in their physical stamina.

They had not anticipated that this fifth-level werewolf would be so agile and elusive. Not only did he employ peculiar methods, but he also seemed to possess more combat experience than they did. Moreover, the effectiveness of their attacks against him was diminishing with each passing moment.

What a terrifying level of adaptability!

"Alter our offensive strategy! This fellow is becoming increasingly difficult to deal with!" someone commanded loudly at the opportune moment.

"How should we change it?! The combat plan was already decided beforehand! And we didn't prepare any contingency plans!"

"Didn't you say that a mere fifth-level werewolf could be easily dealt with? How has it ended up like this?!"

During the battle, several individuals started to quarrel. They were not a particularly united organization to begin with, and their characters and tempers were each worse than the last.

Instances of such quarrels arising from unforeseen and uncontrollable circumstances during a mission were not uncommon.

However, such changes might have had little impact when dealing with mindless werewolves, but Glen was a different case altogether.

Suddenly, he shifted his target and launched a ferocious attack on a dual-wielding warrior who was preparing to strike him from behind.

The opponent's exquisite dual-wielding skills were indeed formidable, but they were completely outmatched by Glen. In just a few short moments, Glen broke through all of his defenses.

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Glen's wolf claws stabbed forward with lightning speed, aiming at the opponent's wide-open vulnerability!

The others reacted extremely quickly, but they were too late to come to the rescue. Ever since they started quarreling, their rhythm had been disrupted.

The enormous python had already coiled around Glen's waist, yet this did not prevent him from taking action.

Only the mage, who specialized in transformation magic, managed to respond.

The familiar magical energy once again appeared on the wolf claw that Glen was using to attack. In the next instant, the wolf claw transformed into a massive pig's rear.

However, this was all part of Glen's plan. The seemingly straightforward stab ultimately changed its trajectory, sweeping to the side and knocking the target off balance and sending it spinning into the air.

The other wolf claw followed immediately!

After a deafening clash of metal that almost pierced everyone's eardrums, the protective magic of the dual-wielding warrior was shattered, and the huge wolf claws directly impaled his body, splitting it in two!

The upper half of the dual-wielding warrior's body fell to the ground. Perhaps due to his high level, he was still alive.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood and said in a trembling voice, "Hurry... Save me... Hurry..."

All he received in response was an extremely large pig's rear.

Although the pig's rear was soft and elastic, under the powerful force of a fifth-level werewolf, it was more than sufficient to crush a warrior who had lost his protection.

Bang——!

Bits of flesh scattered in all directions!

The entire scene fell silent. The death of a comrade was something they had not anticipated.

Although they had experienced casualties during their previous joint hunts, those had almost always occurred under relatively primitive conditions.

However, this time they had made thorough preparations. All kinds of equipment were of the highest quality they could obtain, and this operation should have been foolproof.

"Stop holding back! Show your determination to fight with all your might! Otherwise, it will be your turn to die! This werewolf is definitely several times more powerful than you can imagine!"

This time, the words came from the pillar wrapped in a red cocoon above. Its tone was filled with deep resentment and disappointment towards the group.

Glen sliced the python coiled around his body into several pieces. After eating a bit, he looked at the pillar on the platform and said, "You spineless creature, don't be in a rush. Once I've dealt with them, you'll be next. I guarantee I'll make sure you're thoroughly dead this time."

These words, spoken with such certainty, instantly enraged the rest of them, as if he had already won.

"I'll tear you to shreds! Werewolf, I promise!"

"Don't think you've won just because you killed one of us! He was the weakest among us!"

"I'll use your wolf pelt to make a carpet! It will surely be beautiful!"

Any one of these individuals, in the outside world, was among the elite of the elite. They were accustomed to being arrogant and being respected. How could they tolerate such an insult?

Looking at the group, their faces red with anger and their necks strained, Glen secretly chuckled to himself:

Anger is the greatest enemy of reason...

...

Within the demon lair.

The demon leader stood beside a vast chasm where the magma surged violently, one hand stroking the massive head of the bone dragon.

"Is this the maximum size it can be opened?" it suddenly murmured, as if speaking to itself.

From the depths of the chasm, a demonic laugh echoed, the same one that had resounded continuously when the chasm first opened.

"Do you think it's that easy to open a passage between the two realms? I've already expended a great deal of energy just to locate this place. Stretching the chasm this wide is already my limit. Whether this passage can be maintained depends on you..."

The voice from the chasm reverberated throughout the demon lair, but only the leader could discern the truly meaningful information.

"There should be no unexpected issues. Although that human woman is more powerful than I initially expected, she is not strong enough to affect the entire plan. As long as this chasm stabilizes, those humans won't be able to close it."

The demon leader said confidently.

"Hmph, unexpected events don't occur according to your wishes. They won't just disappear because you don't want them to. Remember, this is not the main objective. Even if we can't hold this place, it doesn't matter. But don't lose the Fiery Fangs. It's more valuable than your life!"

The voice from the chasm warned.

The demon leader turned its gaze to its mount, the Fiery Fangs.

This mount had been bestowed upon it by the lord of the Fiery Flame tribe, one of the major demon tribes. It was the transformation of an ancient dragon that had fallen into the Abyssal Demon Realm. It possessed immense potential, and it was indeed not an exaggeration to say that it was more precious than the demon leader itself.

"I will definitely not betray the trust of the lord. Under my command, the Fiery Fangs will reach the pinnacle of power!"