My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 23 Cruelty

Lucifer moved and swung his sword so fast that the wolves could hardly catch him. He moved like a ghost among the wolves, his sword flashing and blood splattering wherever he went.

The purple blade was very sharp, cutting through iron like mud. It slicing through the wolf pack was like cutting tofu. One wolf after another was killed by Lucifer, falling into pools of blood. Some were missing limbs, others had their heads cut off, and they died without a complete corpse.

The thick stench of blood filled the air, stimulating the wolves' lust. They fearlessly attacked Lucifer, one after another, relentlessly, like emotionless machines.

Lucifer was also stimulated by the blood, his eyes turned red with rage, and he was in a state of extreme excitement, unleashing the full power of his body. The results of more than a month of purgatory were fully displayed at this moment.

No matter how many wolves pounced on him, they were all killed with a single sword strike. Before the purple blade, the sharp wolf claws and teeth were like paper, blocking many fatal attacks for Lucifer without harming him in the slightest.

On the contrary, the Wolf Fang tribe members were continuously killed by Lucifer, becoming victims of his sword.

On the carriage, the weak, listless, and exhausted Spirit Cat Chieftain was stunned by the battle before her; it was the first time she had ever witnessed such a brutal fight.

In her eyes, Lucifer fought alone against a pack of wolves, like an invincible war god, fighting bloody battles. However, if we say that Lucifer is an invincible war god, he is more like a world-destroying demon.

He brandished his longsword, and the smile on his face gave off a chilling feeling; he seemed like a god of war born for battle.

Although the Wolf Fang Clan had a large number of members and attacked as a group, the battle was completely one-sided. Lucifer unilaterally slaughtered everyone, and his overwhelming power crushed the entire scene, giving her the feeling that he could kill anyone who stood in his way, and even gods would be slain if he couldn't.

This was a bloody massacre, like a catastrophe. One by one, the Wolf Fang tribesmen fell into pools of blood, their bodies severed from their heads. The bright red blood stained the earth, making her feel nauseous. When had she ever seen such a bloody scene? Never.

She simply couldn't believe that Lucifer's combat power was so terrifying. She gasped in shock. He was only level 13, but he was much stronger than her, who was level 14. Their combat power was on completely different levels.

They are comparable to, or even stronger than, people of level 15 or 16. The Wolf Fang Clan members around level 10 are like chickens and dogs in front of them, posing no threat whatsoever.

As for those below level 10, well, they don't even qualify as opponents. They are harvested by Lucifer like weeds. To them, Lucifer is a devil from hell, a death god who comes to reap them.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf pack of over a hundred was reduced to half its original size. The other half had become cold corpses, and not a single wolf carcass was intact; almost all of them were cut in two.

The Spirit Cat Clan couldn't imagine that a boy of similar age could be so powerful. Her dull eyes flickered with longing. If she had Lucifer's terrifying fighting power, would everything be different?

She can protect her sister and family, and prevent the vulnerable Spirit Cat Clan from being invaded by other races.

Compared to the battle on Lucifer's side, things were much calmer on Chris's side, or rather, eerily quiet.

Chris stood before Rice like an unshakeable mountain, her blood-red eyes flashing red, an invisible pressure pressing Rice to the ground, his hands and feet sinking into the earth.

Rice's arrogance and complacency had vanished without a trace, and his confidence had been shattered. Only then did he realize what kind of being he was facing.

It's terrifying, absolutely terrifying. He's nothing compared to her; she's a complete monster, a demon.

His body trembled uncontrollably, sweat poured down his face, and his face was deathly pale. He was filled with fear, and his soul was trembling. He had never felt this way even when he was facing the Wolf King.

At this moment, he was powerless to resist, like a fish on a chopping board, only able to let his opponent slaughter him.

"Ouch!"

A level 12 gray wolf circled behind Lucifer, howled, and suddenly pounced on him with ferocious momentum.

However, Lucifer is no ordinary person. He is a vampire with immense strength and speed. His intuition is dozens of times sharper than that of a human. After more than a month of fighting, it is virtually impossible to ambush him.

"die!"

Sensing the killing intent, he swung his sword backhand, the blade flashing, severing the wolf's body in two, blood spurting out instantly.

Even though a level 12 Wolf Fang Clan member couldn't withstand a single sword strike from him, he wasn't complacent. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: kill, kill all the Wolf Fang Clan members. The blood in his body was boiling with excitement and thirst.

"Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

Lucifer charged into the wolf pack, brandishing his purple blade. Purple light flashed, blood splattered, and his body was covered in the blood of the Wolf Fang Clan.

Torture, absolute torture, too cruel, too bloody. This bloody scene will be forever etched in the heart of the Spirit Cat Clan Chief. She witnessed the slaughter of a god of death, ruthless and cold-blooded.

Finally, under Lucifer's one-sided slaughter, all the Wolf Fang Clan members became victims of his sword, their cold corpses lying in pools of blood, piled up like mountains.

Just as Lucifer declared at the beginning, every member of the Wolf Fang Clan present must die, without exception.

The entire process lasted only a little over ten minutes. One person single-handedly defeated a pack of wolves without sustaining a scratch. Was it a human or a ghost that caused all this? It was too powerful, beyond description.

At this point, only Rice remained alive from the Wolf Fang Clan. After Lucifer's slaughter ended, he turned his attention to Chris.

Rice's eyes were filled with fear, as if he were in hell. Chris had not killed him, allowing him to feel the fear of hovering on the edge of death. Rice's eyes had lost their spirit, they were empty, and he could see nothing.

He had already collapsed from fear; at this point, Rice was just an empty shell, devoid of a soul.

"Ah!"

Chris's lips curled into a slight smile, a cold, eerie, and satisfied expression.

With a gentle wave of her snow-white hand, a flash of light appeared, and Rice's head flew high into the air. Blood gushed in like a fountain, and in the end, it was all sucked into Chris's mouth.

"The blood of the Wolf Fang Clan looks really awful!" Chris said casually.

Thus ended a bloody massacre. With a wave of her hand, Chris's spatial prison vanished, and the lingering stench of blood in the air dissipated as if liberated, gradually carried away by the breeze.

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