Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 39 Level [-] Werewolf
Johnny almost single-handedly changed the situation on the battlefield.

He worked closely with Raven and within a short time he was completely in control of the situation.

The group of swordsmen who had lost the two mainstays of Guanyin Knife and Bodhi Fire were retreating steadily in front of Johnny. With just a few breaths, several more swordsmen were torn into pieces by Johnny.

The screams were endless. Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu stood far away and felt the strong smell of blood. This kind of deterrence and combat ability clearly exceeded their previous knowledge of werewolves.

"That bastard didn't tell the truth! The boss of the Wild Wolf Gang is not a second-level werewolf, but a third-level werewolf!"

Uncle Ming glared at Yuri in the distance, but the latter looked confused at this time.

"He's saying he doesn't know either?"

Even Yin Xiu doesn't believe him now. Although the blood covenant stipulates that the two parties cannot harm each other, if they really "forgot" something, it can only be regarded as an honest mistake and has nothing to do with breaking the alliance.

For example, the third level werewolf is said to be only the second level.

The difference between werewolves by one level is not just the difference between the third level and the fourth level of the entrance. According to Father Benjamin's research, a third-level werewolf can be respected as a lord in any mountain forest in Europe.

A secondary werewolf uses his power to rule over a single wolf pack and is called the alpha wolf.

A third-level werewolf often leads an entire area of ​​werewolves. Under his command, there may be several or even a dozen large and small wolf packs. He is the overlord of one party, enough to be called the wolf king.

Yin Xiu was already a little suspicious of Yuri's intentions at this time. After all, in terms of race alone, they were not from the same ethnic group, let alone the gap between species.

But Yuri didn't seem to bother explaining to Yin Xiu. He had already begun to take off his clothes, one after another, in an orderly manner but with a sense of haste.

Finally, after taking off the last piece of clothing, he transformed into a silver werewolf and rushed towards the center of the battle.

"Is he going to do that?" Uncle Ming was a little surprised.

"Don't worry, Yuri betrayed the Wild Wolf Gang. If the guy named Johnny didn't die, he might not be able to survive. Now he wants the Wild Wolf Gang to be destroyed more than us."

"He's in much bigger trouble than we are."

Sure enough, just as Yin Xiu predicted, Yuri rushed into the battle formation and tore apart a wolf slave blocking his way.

After giving way to Johnny who was in full swing, Yuri fought with Raven.

Raven's eyes looked at Yuri, so cold that they almost shot out lightning, and he suddenly grabbed Yuri with a claw that made a sound of breaking wind.

Yuri also roared, and swung a claw at the same speed, hitting Raven. The claws of both parties touched each other, and fire instantly overflowed.

Da Sang was almost stunned when he saw this scene, so much so that he forgot to cover the terrible wound on his stomach.

When Yuri was running towards here just now, he thought he was dead and even forgot to lift the knife. As a result, Yuri accelerated and passed him and ran straight into Raven.

"Yuri, you shameless traitor!"

"Shameless?" Yuri sneered, "I just made a decision that made most people unhappy. As for shamelessness, I still want to learn more from you."

The two werewolves had a disagreement and then bumped into each other again, heads hitting heads, teeth hitting teeth, and blood splattered everywhere.

With their super defense and strong vitality, the two of them could not tell the winner for a while.

At the same time, Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming confronted Johnny, one on the left and the other on the right. Behind them, they were holding two shiny machetes, and they were bloody and violent.

"You brat, you will only get in the way here." Uncle Ming frowned.

"In the way? Who do you think I am! Uncle Ming, if I want to offend you, maybe you are good at magic and so on, but if we really want to fight, we bad guys will not necessarily lose to you with the skills we have learned from the streets. These Taoist priests." He took off the torn gloves with his teeth and knocked the two knives on each other's hands.

"After all, I am also a victorious red stick. No matter how strong the third-level werewolf is, I can't kill him with one blow, right? Even if I risk my life, I will kill this servant!"

"It's up to you. Just stay out of the way. I don't have time to save you."

Uncle Ming said and glanced at Yin Xiu again. Yin Xiu understood and took off the long sword he bought from Cai Huaxiong. The surface of the sword was shining with water, and it looked like it was smeared with some liquid.

"How much did you apply?" Uncle Ming asked.

"Not much, half a bottle."

Uncle Ming clicked his tongue, "Pujie didn't even leave any for me to use. Fortunately, I brought it myself."

As he spoke, he took out a bamboo tube from his nightgown, took a swig, and just gargled it a few times, then immediately sprayed it on the long sword, which immediately glowed red.

Yin Xiu asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

"Glutinous rice wine!" Uncle Ming glanced at him, "What do you think it is? A boy peeing?"

Yin Xiu nodded subconsciously, then reacted and shook his head like a rattle.

Johnny kept holding his hands and stood aside watching Yin Xiu and the others talking. After the three finally ended their argument, he said coldly: "What, the lame monkey show is over?"

"You three, don't be Taoist priests or bastards. Go to the circus. Citizens and friends need new comedians."

Uncle Ming was stunned for a moment, then turned to Yin Xiu and asked, "What does this werewolf mean?"

"Uncle Ming, he's calling you a clown." Kuanbao interrupted.

"Clown?" Uncle Ming sneered twice, then his expression changed, "I'm going to beat you up!"

Knowing Uncle Ming's character, Yin Xiu was prepared. Almost at the same time as Uncle Ming, the two long swords pierced Johnny's eyes.

Johnny roared, stretched out a pair of claws like a ghost, and grabbed the two swords accurately, without caring that his hands were dripping with blood.

It opened its mouth and spat out a ball of acid towards Uncle Ming.

Even the saliva of a level three werewolf is highly poisonous. If it wants to, a drop of venom can cause blindness in a person's eyes.

Such a close spit, combined with such a large dose, was obviously intended to melt Uncle Ming's skull.

Uncle Ming was already prepared. He raised his left hand that was not holding the sword. He didn't know when he pinched two wrinkled talisman papers and spontaneously ignited without fire.

A fire snake emerged from between Uncle Ming's fingers and collided with the venom.

Once the two forces collided, both sides were shocked. The hair on Johnny's chest was burnt black, and dots of holes appeared on Uncle Ming's sleeves, faintly showing light.

While the two were wrestling, Yin Xiu bit her on the forearm.

The wild resurgence was activated, and with the blessing of 50.00% strength and speed, he dived and bumped into Johnny's arms, and then another iron mountain rocker hit Johnny's chest hard.

Yin Xiu felt that the force of the blow shook her internal organs, but Johnny remained motionless.

He was like a mountain, looking down at the three of them coldly.

(End of this chapter)