Screeech~!

In the sky, a colossal Vermilion Bird engulfed in deep red flames flew through the air, its beak condensed with gang power fiercely striking Brandon's back.

A basketball-sized blood hole was instantly burned into the back of Brandon's massive body, half a foot deep, and the high temperature of the flames brought forth a charred smell.

Immediately, with a "boom," the deep red Vermilion Bird transformed into a vast conflagration, engulfing Brandon's body, billowing with black smoke.

"Ah...!!"

Brandon let out a piercing scream of agony; evidently, he was in extreme pain.

"Damn flames, get off me!"

Brandon roared madly, a bloody glow erupted from the Bloody Axe, extinguishing the deep red flames.

The flames extinguished, revealing a scorched figure mid-air, hair blackened.

On Prince Brandon's back was a basketball-sized crater of flesh, very conspicuous; the flesh surrounding the crater was charred, appearing terrifying.

"Damn, damn, you two lowly Huaxia people, how dare you gravely injure me!"

Brandon's crimson pupils were filled with fury and madness as he roared, looking at Qin Yang and Nangong Chen with a gaze that wished to devour them alive.

"Puh!"

Brandon spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering onto the Bloody Axe.

The blood seeped into the Bloody Axe at a visibly rapid rate.

Boom~!

Absorbing Brandon's blood, the Bloody Axe emitted a bloody light skyward, exuding a terrifying aura of slaughter, while Brandon's somewhat ragged aura surged rapidly.

"You old bastard, I want you dead!"

Brandon snarled with a mouthful of sharp teeth, looking at Nangong Chen with eyes full of insane rage.

Swish!

Brandon's figure transformed into a red streak, appearing in front of Nangong Chen in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Prince Brandon wielded a giant axe, striking down at Nangong Chen!

Staring at the descending massive axe light, Nangong Chen's pupils shrank as a deep red short sword appeared in his hand.

Nangong Chen's body erupted with a blend of gang power and True Essence Power, raising the short sword to block the giant axe light.

However, the immense force of the axe light instantly paled Nangong Chen's complexion.

"Heh heh, you old bastard, die!"

Prince Brandon's eyes gleamed with malice, as a huge wolf's paw kicked fiercely at Nangong Chen's chest.

Boom!

Nangong Chen Elder's Protective True Essence shattered instantly, the sturdy wolf paw landing on Nangong Chen's chest.

Thud~!

Nangong Chen was struck heavily, his complexion turning paper white, spewing a mouthful of blood, his figure plummeting like a cannonball.

"Heh heh, you old bastard, I'll send you to hell!"

Witnessing this, Prince Brandon let out a sinister laugh, his massive wolf body flashed, chasing after the falling Nangong Chen.

Whoosh!

In a moment, Prince Brandon caught up to the descending figure of Elder Nangong Chen, simultaneously swinging the Bloody Axe.

The massive axe light seemed like Death God's Slash, threatening to cleave Nangong Chen Elder in half upon contact.

At that moment, above Brandon's wolf head, a figure appeared wielding a pitch-black mountain.

"Get lost!!"

Qin Yang's eyes flashed with icy cold light, then swung the pitch-black mountain down towards Prince Brandon's wolf head!

Thud~!!

Prince Brandon's snarling wolf head was struck by the pitch-black mountain, his massive body plummeting, crashing heavily onto a grass field below.

Rumble!

Prince Brandon's gigantic form directly caved the ground inward.

Meanwhile, Elder Nangong Chen slammed into the trunk of a French sycamore tree, then fell, his old face pale as paper.

"Elder Chen."

Seeing this, Qin Yang's expression changed, intending to check on Elder Nangong Chen's wounds.

Boom!

From the pit, filled with towering rage, Prince Brandon's feet stomped the ground, his figure erupting upwards, standing in mid-air.

At this moment, Brandon's wolf head was bleeding profusely, his face twisted and grimacing, his entire fur somewhat charred, looking extremely disheveled.

"Damn, damn, you lowly Huaxia people, you base Huaxia people!!"

Brandon bellowed in angry growls.

As the noble Wolf Race Prince of the Bordeaux Clan, Brandon has lived for three hundred years, but he has never been so grievously wounded, never been so miserable and disheveled.

Qin Yang's face darkened, this werewolf's bones were indeed tough, glancing at Brandon, Qin Yang then looked towards Nangong Chen.

"Elder Chen, quickly take this, leave the rest to me."

Seeing Elder Nangong Chen's serious injuries, Qin Yang tossed two Primordial Spirit Pills, diffusing rich Pill Fragrance, towards Nangong Chen.

Nangong Chen caught the elixir, smelling the rich alluring Pill Fragrance, a spark of light shone in his old eyes, then he swallowed the two pills in one gulp.

A surge of pure and enormous medicinal power instantly permeated Nangong Chen's body, healing his injuries.

"Heh heh, I vow to swallow you Huaxia people bit by bit today!"

Brandon's face was full of malice, his crimson pupils fixed on Qin Yang, gritting his teeth, clearly hating Qin Yang fiercely.

"Hehe, your people will die first."

Qin Yang sneered, glancing downward, his words stabbing directly into Brandon's heart.

Hearing this, Brandon became momentarily stunned, his wolf head looking downward.

At this time, the battle on the ruins was nearing its end.

With Elder Yue Chan, Elder Bei Lie, Elder Shangguan Xuanchen, and the Nangong clan's geniuses Nangong Feiyang, Nangong Huozhu present, Qin Yang's side held a considerable advantage.

More than twenty werewolf corpses lay on the ground, while Qin Yang's group suffered almost no losses.

After all, besides the ten Flame Divine Guards, the remaining were all Innate Realm experts, such as Elder Gu You, Ling Jianzi, Elder Lei Tong, and others equipped with Qin Yang's talismans, capable of dealing with crises calmly.

Among the crowd, Nangong Feiyang's robe fluttered, standing like a tall sword, emitting sharp Sword Qi, living up to his name.

"Cloud-breaking Sword, clouds part to reveal the heavens!"

Nangong Feiyang shouted fiercely, thrusting his Cloud-breaking Sword into a Wolfman Viscount's throat, the sword's light moving swiftly, beheading the werewolf.

Earlier, Nangong Feiyang had exerted some effort, killing a count that blocked him.

Splorch!

Fresh blood, driven by the werewolf's powerful heart throbbed like a fountain, spraying out with the blood flying.

This scene made Prince Brandon's expression in mid-air turn sinister beyond belief.

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