My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 53 Siege

If Lucifer could block the first attack, he could block the second and the third. As long as Gorba could not hide his murderous intent towards him, he could almost be said to be invincible. Everything Gorba did was just a waste of effort.

The next moment, Lucifer sensed a murderous aura from his left. He smiled slightly, but instead of defending himself, he took a step back.

In an instant, Gorba's voice appeared, and sharp wolf claws grazed across his chest without even touching the hem of Lucifer's clothes.

"Oh!"

Lucifer delivered a knee strike straight to Gorba's chest. The powerful force sent Gorba flying, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"puff!"

When Gorba struggled to his feet, he opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of blood. Lucifer's attack was no simple matter; even with his strong body, he was somewhat overwhelmed. He broke a rib, his internal organs trembled violently, and for a moment, his heart pounded.

Gorba stared at the calm-faced Lucifer, his body trembling slightly. His proud skills were now powerless against a mere Spirit Cat King. Who exactly was Lucifer? He had never heard of such a person in the Spirit Cat Clan before.

"If this is the end, you can die." Lucifer's eyes darkened, his face revealing murderous intent. If this was all the strength he had to deal with, he had no reason to waste any more time.

"Damn it, don't be so arrogant!"

Gorba was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation. Ignoring his injuries, he pounced on Lucifer like a mad beast, activating his skill and disappearing from Lucifer's sight.

Gorba was completely enraged. How could a mad beast possibly kill a rational opponent? I amplified his murderous intent infinitely, and even though he moved very fast, Lucifer could still accurately track him.

"die!"

Gorba's figure suddenly appeared in the air directly in front of Lucifer, and his sharp wolf claws slammed down like he was smashing a watermelon.

However, Lucifer was already prepared, waiting for Gorba to appear. He thrust his sword straight out, piercing Gorba's wolf claws and embedding it into his solid shoulder, causing him to scream in agony.

Lucifer swung his longsword, and Gorba's muscular body slammed to the ground. Lucifer kicked Gorba in the chest as if he were kicking a soccer ball.

"what!"

Gorba screamed as he was kicked and sent flying into the wolf pack. Dust billowed and blood splattered everywhere. The second blow to his chest was more than just a few broken ribs; his chest caved in, his internal organs ruptured, and it nearly killed him.

"Whoa!"

Gorba struggled to his feet from the wolf pack, swaying precariously. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with his internal organs. Having suffered repeated blows, he was severely injured and unable to fight any longer.

The Wolf Fang tribe members were all incredulous. They never imagined that their leader would be beaten so badly and powerless to fight back. The image of Gorba as an invincible figure in their hearts had completely collapsed.

The cloaked figure among the wolves hadn't uttered a single word from the beginning. Seeing Gorba's crushing defeat, he showed no intention of intervening. Instead, he quietly retreated, silently moving to the very back of the pack.

Gorba glared fiercely, his expression one of utter despair. He hadn't expected this trip to be like kicking a hornet's nest. He should never have accepted the mission to exterminate the Spirit Cat Clan. But back then, how could he have imagined that there would be someone like Lucifer among the Spirit Cat Clan? Now it was too late for regrets; he no longer had the strength to fight, and his pride had been completely shattered.

His gaze swept across the pack of wolves, as if searching for something, but he didn't find what he was looking for. He cursed under his breath, "Damn it, those damn bastards!"

"Wolf Fang Clan, listen to my command! Charge! Tear him apart! All-out attack!" Gorba roared. They outnumbered him and could only rely on sheer numbers. He couldn't believe Lucifer could withstand so many people by himself.

However, he seemed to have forgotten one thing: Lucifer had already killed more than a hundred of his Wolf Fang tribesmen single-handedly. Couldn't Lucifer make the scene repeat itself now?

"Awoo! Awoo...!"

Upon receiving their leader's order, the wolf pack, which had been poised to pounce, howled with overwhelming force, their roars shaking the heavens, as they surged forth, displaying the imposing presence of a massive army.

"Sister!" Emily exclaimed. She had never seen Lucifer fight a pack of wolves alone, so she was naturally very worried about being surrounded by them.

"You'd better not cause any more trouble. Just protect yourselves." Just as Restia was about to give orders to support Lucifer, Restia's figure descended from the sky, as light as a swallow and as light as a feather, giving people a stunning feeling.

No matter the situation, she remained calm and composed, as if nothing could stir her emotions. However, a single sentence from her could penetrate people's hearts like a magic voice, giving everyone a sense of reassurance.

Who is Chris? A terrifying level 33 being. If she said so, what reason do they have not to believe her?

Moreover, they were well aware of their own strength; they were too weak. Facing the numerous Wolf Fang Clan, they were not even cannon fodder. Once they entered the wolf pack, they would be torn to pieces in no time.

As Chris said, their help would only cause trouble for Lucifer and be a burden; their job was to protect the rear.

Restia didn't say much, only signaling her people not to act rashly. She had witnessed Lucifer fighting a pack of wolves alone, and believed the same could happen now. As the Queen of the Cats, she held the most power and could not lose her composure unless absolutely necessary. Protecting the rear was her most important task at the moment.

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