Mrs. Ryan had been awaiting at the doorstep long before. As soon as she saw Dogli and the others approaching, she promptly stepped forward.

"Darling, you must express your heartfelt gratitude to Glen this time. He saved both me and our unborn child."

Dogli meticulously examined his wife's body from head to toe. Only when he was certain that she was unharmed did he heave a sigh of relief and say,

"Tell me quickly, what on earth happened?"

A considerable number of onlookers had already gathered around. Instantly, one of the witnesses loudly complained, "Sheriff Dogli, what sort of law and order are you maintaining? Criminals are showing up right here!"

A hot - tempered police officer launched into a furious rebuke towards the complainer:

"Make it clear! The victim this time is the captain's wife. If you have nothing better to do, don't create any more trouble!"

Although a police officer is not a high-ranking official, they still carry a certain degree of intimidation over the common folk. The complainer immediately fell silent.

"Let's go inside and talk," Mrs. Ryan said to the police officers, well aware that it was not a suitable place for a conversation.

In a short while, upon learning the general sequence of events, Dogli was so startled that he broke out in a cold sweat.

While feeling fortunate, he was also immensely surprised by Glen's formidable capabilities.

"No wonder he has the audacity to live in Bayek. Turns out he's this powerful..." he murmured softly. Then, he suddenly had an epiphany. "Darling, you said he left in a hurry. Could it be that he received some information?!"

Mrs. Ryan looked perplexed. "What kind of information could he have received?"

However, the more Dogli thought about it, the more he believed his speculation was likely to be true. He issued a stern order to his subordinates, "Hurry! Find a way to trace Glen's whereabouts! He most probably knows the hiding place of that group of people!"

...

Meanwhile, at the dilapidated tavern.

During the battle between Glass and Glen, the tavern was on the brink of becoming a ruin.

Glass, whose body was covered with scratches of varying depths, was breathing raggedly, gasping for air like a spent ox.

He had initially thought he had a clear understanding of his opponent's strength. However, during the battle, the other party's extensive combat experience and textbook - like offensive maneuvers had repeatedly caused him to suffer setbacks.

This cannot go on any longer. I'll lose my life... he thought to himself.

"How long are you going to keep watching from the sidelines?! Come out and assist me at once!" Glass suddenly roared towards the sky, his voice resounding like thunder.

Glen immediately halted his offensive actions and said, "Is the prime culprit about to make an appearance?"

The reason he did not dispatch Glass immediately was to draw out the mastermind behind the scenes. He was worried that if the mastermind was timid and fled upon seeing his strength, it would be extremely difficult to track them down.

An otherworldly and hoarse laugh reverberated through the area. The lackeys whom Glen had subdued were horrified to find their bodies rapidly weakening, and they soon lost all signs of life.

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A visible mist of blood coalesced above Glass and then streamed into his mouth.

His entire body's imposing presence was also escalating at a terrifying pace.

Glen had no intention of interrupting him. Instead, he activated his most acute perception to search for the origin of that disembodied voice.

After absorbing all the blood mist, Glass grew uneven bone spurs on his back, and two symmetrical holes opened up on his chest, expanding and contracting rhythmically as if breathing.

And as Glen had anticipated, his body size increased substantially.

"Now, I shall make you experience despair!"

With a deafening roar, Glass spat out a column of purple flames that hurtled straight towards Glen's chest!

The intense glow of the flames illuminated Glen's face with a blinding white light. His muscles slightly bulged, and a thin layer of black fur emerged on his body. At the crucial moment, he managed to dodge the direct impact!

The column of purple flames pursued him unrelentingly. Glen, using all four limbs, fled in a circular path around Glass.

Although the scene appeared thrilling, in truth, Glen was not paying much attention to Glass. He was still attempting to sense the origin of that disembodied voice.

At a certain moment when he stepped on the ground, Glen finally managed to roughly determine the general location of the entity.

It was beneath a well not far away.

"I've found you," Glen said with a grin, revealing his glistening white teeth.

He took a large stride and came to an abrupt halt, and then charged straight towards Glass.

Upon seeing this, Glass sneered malevolently.

He ceased spitting out the purple flames. His powerful right arm drew back, gathering strength. A bone spur over a meter in length pierced through the skin of his wrist with a squelching sound and stabbed ferociously in Glen's direction!

Glen leaped high into the air, simultaneously raising his right hand. Under Glass's increasingly bewildered gaze, his relatively sturdy right hand suddenly swelled up like a balloon. The size of his palm alone was sufficient to envelop Glass's entire body.

The massive werewolf claw came crashing down with great force. Glass's bone spur snapped even before it could sever a single strand of the werewolf's fur.

As for Glass himself, after experiencing a searing pain from the intense pressure, he was flattened into a pulp.

This unexpected turn of events caused the disembodied voice to let out a startled cry: "How could this be! This is impossible! How could someone as powerful as you exist in a place like this!?"

Glen was about to say that the next one would be the owner of that voice, but the ground suddenly began to shake violently, interrupting the words that were about to escape his lips.

Rumble...

The well was pushed open by some enormous creature. A cloud of dust filled the air, obscuring Glen's vision, leaving only a faint outline visible.

Glen waved his arm to clear the choking dust around his face, and his gaze gradually turned cold and resolute.

"You've destroyed the foundation I painstakingly built! Now, you can choose how you want to die."

This creature resembled a colossal flesh - worm. Its body was composed of layers upon layers of fleshy rings. Its head was extremely grotesque, with countless eyes rolling about erratically. Inside its sharp mandibles were yet more mandibles.

Although these were visually striking, Glen's gaze remained fixed on the abdomen of the giant flesh - worm.

There, a mass of semi - transparent white orbs were crowded together. Among them, boys and girls, ranging in age from two to fourteen years old, opened their eyes, which were filled with weakness and pain. Thick, thread - like substances clung to their skin. Perhaps at some moments, they regained a bit of strength and struggled slightly.

Glen's chest heaved violently, and he forcefully suppressed the surging anger within him.

As if sensing the change in the human before it, the giant worm lowered its head, and a deafening laugh rang out:

"I remember you asked about these human cubs, right? Now, you can see for yourself. I'm extracting their purest life force. I'll squeeze every last bit of value out of them. They'll die in agony. Hehe, how pitiful."

Glen looked up at the revolting head of the worm and said in a voice devoid of emotion, "You'll only suffer more in a moment."

The giant worm was about to mock him some more when the human in front of it suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.

Almost simultaneously, it heard the sound of its protective magic being activated passively from its abdomen.

Glen's werewolf claw struck the purple barrier, but it was firmly blocked.

Far from being enraged, the giant worm, having realized what had happened, laughed even more brazenly:

"Hahaha... Do you think that just because you easily defeated a weak human, you can contend with me?! In my eyes, you're nothing more than a slightly stronger worm..."

Damn it! Who's the worm here anyway?! This is completely upside down!... Upon hearing this, Glen couldn't help but feel the urge to retort in his mind.

The giant worm continued speaking, "Moreover, do you think you can save them with brute force? How naive. As soon as they leave my body, they'll die instantly..."