Within the illusory realm.

A towering divine statue, crowned with a noble diadem, stood majestically on the battlefield.

Summoned through the combined efforts of two mages, this was a hitherto unused method that possessed an extremely potent ability to weaken Glen's resistance to magic.

The statue had four arms on its back, each clutching a distinct divine artifact, each of which was capable of launching an attack powerful enough to pierce the body of a fifth-level werewolf.

The other warriors, in response, employed diverse techniques, further augmenting their combat prowess.

Glen, who had been gradually gaining the upper hand, found himself suppressed once more.

Yet, he felt little concern, for this was a result he had long anticipated.

In contrast to their previous coordinated and targeted assaults on Glen, as their combat power increased, everyone gradually began to pay less heed to teamwork.

Glen seemed to have instilled in them the illusion that they could vanquish him single-handedly. However, they remained oblivious to the fact that this was a snare laid by their adversary.

A bone whip, over ten meters in length and crackling with electricity, lashed out at Glen with great force, instantly tearing his flesh.

But Glen merely spun around abruptly, seizing the bone whip with one hand. Disregarding the searing pain as the electricity singed his fur, he exerted all his strength to yank the whip's owner towards him!

Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow to the oncoming foe, the shield-bearing warrior, who had been serving as a meat shield, charged forward with a roar and knocked Glen's body aside.

Somehow, the warrior had managed to enhance his strength to nearly match that of a fifth-level werewolf.

Before Glen's body could touch the ground, the earth beneath him began to writhe and ultimately transformed into a quagmire. Countless tentacles emerged from the quagmire, reaching out for Glen.

Splash——

The massive form of the wolf plunged directly into the quagmire.

After a brief period of churning, the quagmire regained its calm.

The others, who had been poised to launch a fierce onslaught, halted at the edge of the quagmire, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Why did he just go in like that?" asked a somewhat slow-witted warrior.

"How could he be defeated so easily! Who created this quagmire? Release him at once! He must be recuperating his strength in there!"

Someone, as if having divined something, exclaimed loudly.

Upon hearing this, the others hastily looked around and just managed to catch sight of a mage attempting to dispel the magic.

When the quagmire dissipated, only a large pit remained.

To their chagrin, they discovered that the pit was empty, nothing but a series of uneven depressions. Not even a single wolf hair was to be found.

"He must have burrowed underground! Hey! You people from the Ancient God Cult! You created this illusion! Force that creature out!"

"Precisely! Force him out!"

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Several warriors on the battlefield shouted at the strange individuals clad in red robes standing on the high walls.

However, no matter how much they shouted, the five individuals remained unresponsive, for they were unable to reply.

These laymen, ignorant of magic, failed to give any thought to the fact that if the red-robed individuals could manipulate the elements of the illusion at will, there would be no need for the rest of them.

It was the mages, suppressing their impatience, who eventually explained the situation to the irate warriors, thus preventing them from further directing their blame at the red-robed individuals.

Burrowing underground was not a formidable task for this group.

The divine statue standing on the battlefield began to emit wisps of golden energy, and the entire "arena" began to tremble.

Large cracks appeared on the ground. Just as the tremors were about to subside, Glen's body was thrust out of the ground by some mysterious force.

While still in mid-air, several attacks were launched at him!

With no place to gain leverage, Glen extended his wolf claws several times their normal length and swept them out, dispersing most of the attacks. Only a few non-physical attacks managed to land on his body.

However, having just regained a substantial amount of his strength, these attacks were of little consequence. His self-healing ability would quickly mend the injuries.

As soon as he landed on all fours, the warriors swarmed towards him!

Glen thrust his hands into the cracks in the ground, then let out a fierce roar, and with a mighty effort, he lifted a large section of the ground!

The attacking warriors lost their footing and were sent flying along with the lifted earth.

Just at that moment, the magical aura of one of the warriors began to wane.

Glen's incredibly acute senses immediately detected this, and he deftly altered his original target, charging directly towards that warrior.

This time, due to the dust kicked up by the flying earth, the vision of the spellcasters in the distance was obstructed, and they did not have time to cast counter-magic. Glen successfully closed in on his target.

With a simple yet powerful strike, he brought it down, and the warrior instantly exploded into a pile of "equipment" and met his demise on the spot.

Another comrade had fallen. Originally, there were ten of them, four mages and six warriors. Now, only four warriors remained.

Several of the warriors now wore expressions of horror. However, having survived countless battles, they did not let this deter them overly much.

They simply became more cautious, and the previous sense of overconfidence had completely vanished.

But it was all too late. With two fewer opponents, Glen no longer needed to hold back.

His strength and speed suddenly increased, catching the four warriors off guard. Although their strength had not yet diminished, they were no match for Glen and were unilaterally overpowered by him!

"He didn't even exert his full strength from the beginning!"

"You cunning werewolf, relying solely on tricks! This... This is not the conduct befitting a true warrior!"

"Those four mages, think of something quickly! If we die, you won't survive either!"

"Damn it! Damn it! I still have so many women I haven't enjoyed yet!"

In this life-or-death situation, the remaining four warriors were shouting recklessly, as if they had lost their minds.

Meanwhile, the four mages in the distance were sweating profusely. Two of them were casting various spells at Glen, but to little avail.

The powerful divine statue gradually vanished, as if it were being erased from a painting. The two mages who had been sustaining it slumped to the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.

"You bastards from the Ancient God Cult! You've led us into this predicament! This is no ordinary fifth-level werewolf! How could a fifth-level werewolf be so difficult to subdue!"

"Let me out now! I don't want the gold and rewards you promised anymore!"

Several of the warriors who had been battling Glen roared, attempting to break free. However, Glen's attacks were so relentless that they could not escape. Turning their backs would mean certain death.

On the high platform, the red pillar uttered a series of delirious words: "No! No, no, no... This isn't how it's supposed to be! This isn't how it's supposed to be! Why can't you just die peacefully! Why!?"

Suddenly, it pointed at the red-robed individuals. "You! Aren't you believers of our clan? Think of something quickly! I'm the only descendant of our clan! You can't let me die! Otherwise, it would be a blasphemy to the Demon God!"

These words caused the five red-robed individuals, who had been maintaining the illusion and were as motionless as statues, to react.

It seemed that they simultaneously made some gestures, and the illusion began to shake violently. A swirling red blood pool formed at the center of the battlefield!

The surrounding air, imbued with a highly corrosive property, began to draw everything towards the center of the vortex.

The eight hired fighters did not have time to utter a word before they were decomposed into a mist of blood and sucked into the vortex.

Glen's fifth-level werewolf form quickly had its skin stripped away. Fortunately, he activated his final form in time, managing to withstand this terrifying force.

When everything dissipated, they were back in that square. Five shriveled corpses were kneeling around Glen in the same posture.