Chapter 201 - Chapter 201:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_4 (1/2)

Chapter 201:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_4

Translator: 549690339

The duration of the “Fear Spell” was inevitably reduced due to the difference in life levels—it was akin to the penalty for challenging a higher-level enemy in a game.

With the “Tracking the Living” always on, Noland Lee detected the ferocious werewolf immediately.

The life force of this creature was extremely strong, like a red-hot iron seared onto the magical vision of “Tracking the Living”.

Noland took a closer look.

The werewolf was almost 3 meters tall, with bulging muscles, thick fur, and long, sharp claws like short stingers.

With its mouth wide open, it was able to enclose a human head within it.

Its eyes emitted red light, indicating excellent night vision capabilities.

As soon as it approached the teams, it targeted Fars Scott within the group.

Its two arms swung in front of its body, its sharp claws tearing the air as transparent wind blades shot from its fingertips.

Several security team members couldn’t dodge in time, with the wind blades tearing their armor apart, lacerating their flesh, splattering blood, and exposing white bones.

Some even had their necks severed, heads rolling away and blood gushing out.

Screams and cries of pain hit the security team members like a heavy hammer.

Everyone raised their guns and fired, continuously pulling the triggers and emptying their magazines.

Facing the bullet storm, the werewolf bent its arms in front of its body and curved its waist slightly. After gathering a bit of force, it suddenly spread its arms and let out a sky-piercing howl.

“Awooo!”

The hairs on its body stood on end, transforming into sharp, thin spines.

The bullets collided with these upright hairs, making a crisp, clinking noise. Most of the bullets fell to the ground, while some rebounded back into the crowd, causing a bloodbath.

Having exhausted their ammunition, everyone failed to inflict any harm on the werewolf. Instead, some were injured by the ricocheting bullets.

The resounding howl deafened the security team members, who clutched their ears in pain.

Weaker individuals vomited blood and had blood seeping from the corners of their eyes. Their faces turned deathly pale as they fell to the ground.

Within this brief period, the degree of carnage reached its peak, with at least five people killed on the spot.

The werewolf took advantage of this and leaped toward Fars Scott, covering several meters in the air.

Fars was protected by a water membrane and was not afraid of being hurt.

He casually picked up a gun and fired continuously, but it was of no use.

“Damn it! I’ve really messed up this time! If it weren’t for the fact that my alchemy laboratory’s lease is almost up and I desperately need rent money, I wouldn’t have thought of transporting so much spring water at once. Get away from me, you foul-smelling werewolf!”