The group of cold-blooded eyes watching the plane on the ground all turned around, looking puzzled. These eyes all possessed extraordinary abilities; no concealed aura could hide under their gaze. The cold-blooded beings used to be very proud of their special tracking abilities, but now, that pride had finally vanished in the face of the even more powerful concealment.
The framework of the barrier is complete, and Ling Yun is continuously adding functions. With the support of the yellow book's energy, he can confidently pour energy into the barrier without worrying about running out. This concerns the life and death safety of his best friends, and Ling Yun will never be stingy with his energy.
In fact, the matrix-style barrier can no longer be called a barrier. Apart from the drawback of energy consumption, it is completely another space. No matter how powerful the force, it cannot penetrate the space. The mere function of concealment is enough to ensure the safety of the inside of the barrier. Ling Yun improved some of the barrier's data, giving the barrier the function of projecting the real world into a mirror, so that Xia Tian and others can understand the situation outside the barrier at any time. It's like watching a movie, where the inside of the movie is one world, and the outside of the movie is another world.
The plane landed silently. The massive aircraft, weighing hundreds of tons, made no sound when it landed, not even stirring up a speck of dust. Or perhaps, the plane had already landed in another world.
Ling Yun's figure slowly emerged in the void, his right hand sticking out a thumbs-up behind his back, indicating to Xia Tian and the others who were watching him that everything was alright.
The place where the plane landed was still a wilderness. The panoramic view quickly generated hundreds of full-view perspectives within a radius of tens of kilometers. Ling Yun discovered that the plane had flown to the edge of the wilderness, but it was not far from the US Paranormal Agency. The straight-line distance was less than 500 kilometers, which would be enough for a plane to reach in half an hour.
The sun was still high in the sky. Ling Yun felt that a long time had passed, but the actual time that had passed was not much. As his spiritual energy field was released, Ling Yun suddenly had a feeling that his gaze had penetrated the infinite void and seen more dimensions hidden behind the four-dimensional space. The infinitely complex cloud path that was awakened in that instant was deeply imprinted in his mind like lightning flashing across the night sky.
Dozens of tall, ferocious figures slowly rose from the waist-high weeds, approaching Ling Yun in a circle. Ling Yun looked at these unfamiliar dark creatures in surprise. Although it was the first time they had met, he couldn't help but blurt out their names: werewolves!
Werewolves are dark creatures on par with vampires, but they lack a psychic field. These terrifying creatures, who roam between darkness and beasts, are somewhat similar to berserkers in terms of bloodline and fighting style. Berserkers possess the rare ability of berserk transformation, which can increase their combat power by more than three times. In contrast, werewolves possess another terrifying ability: transformation.
Through James's mutation, Ling Yun had already vaguely guessed that this vampire was in contact with werewolves. Now it was just confirmed. Ling Yun knew very little about werewolves, only that they were incredibly fast and strong and could transform. Other than that, he knew nothing.
However, judging from the ability to emit strange energy fluctuations and forcibly shut down the engines of airplanes at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the werewolf seems to have abilities that Ling Yun is unaware of. The dark creatures have been fighting the Arbitration Council for thousands of years, constantly in a life-or-death war, and their skills in combat have naturally reached a level of perfection.
Regardless of what happened, Ling Yun didn't care. The boy was no longer the weakling he once was. Ling Yun was even confident that if he encountered Kleist again, the two would be evenly matched, and he wouldn't have to flee in defeat like last time. The information energy was still slowly but relentlessly flowing in, and Ling Yun was steadily progressing towards the realm of the strongest.
But these weren't Ling Yun's trump cards. He'd only used them once, when he first met Tang Tiejin. However, at that time, Ling Yun was merely a colonel; if it were now...
Werewolves are generally over three meters tall when standing upright, with broad shoulders and thick backs. Their thick wolf fur is over two inches long. Although the fur looks soft, it is actually as stiff as a mane, and the tips are sharp enough to pierce through the skin of an ordinary person. On their thick shoulders is a huge and ferocious wolf head. Their faces look like wolves, but they are even more ferocious and fierce. Their bright red tongues often stick out from their sharp, wide snouts, licking their noses or faces. Their eerie green wolf eyes emit a chillingly fierce light.
In reality, werewolves are just a name borrowed from the animal wolf. Werewolves are far more powerful than real wolves. Their three-inch-long sharp claws can easily tear through a five-millimeter-thick iron plate. Even the alloys of an airplane are nothing more than paper when faced with this terrifying dark creature.
Seeing the seemingly isolated and helpless boy standing there quietly, the Lang people suddenly became excited, letting out low, beastly roars, and then rushed towards Ling Yun, wanting to turn the frail human boy into a pile of bloody corpses.
These are the lowest-ranking werewolves. With their low intelligence, they can hardly comprehend the terror of a super strong person. Before Ling Yun unleashed his mental energy field, the beast's instinct judged that the boy's energy was low, making him the easiest prey to attack.
Among the dozens of dark creatures, only a dozen or so werewolves of a higher level remained still. They were more cunning and ferocious, and they sensed danger from the boy's calm expression. Therefore, they held back and sent their subordinates to test the strength of the other side before making a comparison.
The tendency to bully the weak and fear the strong exists not only among humans, but also among wild animals.
This also explains the higher-level beings behind these werewolves. Low-level werewolves are just cannon fodder, used to test or weaken the enemy's strength. As the level increases, the werewolves become more intelligent, until they become wolf kings with both high intelligence and formidable strength. This is almost identical to the world of berserkers.
The first few werewolves pounced on Ling Yun, their massive bodies throbbing with the ecstasy of real wolves, their long fur trembling. The sound of them slicing through the air was deafening, and their gleaming claws suddenly sprang from their paw pads, viciously clawing down at Ling Yun's throat.
Chapter 424 Slaughter
Then, all the werewolf's movements came to an end. A powerful mental field suddenly froze him, his fingertips less than a centimeter from Ling Yun's throat, yet he could not take another step forward, as if time had stopped.
Not only time paused, but the werewolf's life also came to a halt. A sharp glint flashed in Ling Yun's eyes, and a thin line of blood appeared on the werewolf's throat. Before the blood could even spurt out, the huge wolf head had already flown off. The two wolf eyes, glowing with a faint green light, looked confused and puzzled, as if they did not understand why the boy in front of them had not even raised his little finger before they had already suffered a fatal disaster.
The headless corpse, still in its charging stance, stood stiffly before Ling Yun. Suddenly, the claws on its outstretched hand detached from their paw pads and shattered into countless sharp, steel-like fragments, which shot out in a circular pattern towards the other werewolves rushing in from all directions.
Countless cold stars flashed by, and the air was filled with the dull thuds of steel piercing flesh and the painful howls of wild beasts. The werewolves' unstoppable advance suddenly became grotesque, contorting and abruptly halting in unnatural postures. Most of the werewolves leaped into the air, then froze and fell motionless to the ground, their splattered blood forming one after another inky red abstract painting in the air.
From beginning to end, Ling Yun didn't lift a finger. He just watched coldly and ruthlessly as the tall and fierce werewolves fell like straw in front of him. He had neither the time nor the mood to waste time with these lowly dark creatures. He directly used his mental force field to start the slaughter. The physical strength and appearance of the two were not proportional. The werewolves had the upper hand in terms of numbers and seemed to have the victory in their grasp, but in fact, the outcome of their total annihilation was already destined.
The dozen or so high-level werewolves stared wide-eyed. With their intelligence, they had vaguely sensed that this human boy was not someone to be trifled with, but they hadn't expected him to be this bad. Before they could even react, dozens of low-level werewolves had already turned into stiff corpses. The other party hadn't even unleashed his psychic aura as a superhuman; he simply watched death without any joy or sorrow, like a killing machine devoid of any emotion.
The high-ranking werewolves even had the illusion that there was an invisible sword in the air protecting the boy. All the werewolves that approached the boy were swept away by this invisible sword and turned into vengeful spirits. It was not the boy's own sharpness that made him so powerful.
As they were thinking, the boy moved. He didn't run, but walked slowly. But for some reason, the high-level werewolves' eyes blurred, and Ling Yun was already in front of one of them. They could see all his movements clearly, but they couldn't react in time.
Ling Yun extended his finger and flicked it at the werewolf in front of him, who appeared to be suffering from dementia. There was no unusual movement or sound. No one could sense even the slightest energy fluctuation from Ling Yun's finger. However, the werewolf seemed to have been shot fatally. He clutched his head and collapsed limply. His wolfish maw opened to its maximum extent, but strangely, it did not make a sound.
Throughout the entire process, the werewolf did not struggle at all, and there were no wounds on his body. It was as if a sudden cerebral hemorrhage had ruthlessly taken his life.
Ling Yun walked up to another werewolf and flicked his finger again, turning an elderly werewolf suffering from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage into a corpse.
It wasn't until the third werewolf fell that the remaining werewolves seemed to react, letting out a collective, mournful howl of wild beasts before quickly turning and fleeing.
Faced with a life-threatening aura, the beast's instinct for fear kicked in. Although werewolves have the word "human" in their name, they remain beasts after transforming. Despite the efforts of higher-ranking werewolves to restrain them, all commands are rendered meaningless in the face of instinct.
These werewolves, though slightly more advanced than the ones who died earlier and possessing some intelligence, were still essentially low-level werewolves, essentially cannon fodder. They were ferocious against enemies of relatively low or equal strength, but easily scattered like birds and beasts when facing higher-level beings.
However, running away at this moment was not an easy task. Ling Yun watched the rapidly receding figure without chasing after it. He simply continued to flick his fingers indifferently. As a result, one werewolf after another suddenly collapsed without warning while running. Even after some werewolves had run hundreds of meters on all fours, they still could not escape this almost cursed power.
After a moment, Ling Yun finally stopped flicking his fingers. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill, but that the werewolves were all dead. Dozens of once fierce and tall werewolf corpses lay scattered across the wilderness, and a faint smell of blood filled the air. Werewolf blood was far more nutritious than human blood, and its stench was much stronger.
Even for a strongman at the rank of colonel, killing a large number of werewolves is not an easy task. But for a super strongman, killing these low-level werewolves is no different from stepping on a bunch of ants. This is the difference between a super strongman and an ordinary strongman. Even if you reach the top level of a colonel, there is still an insurmountable gap between you and the most basic super strongman.
There are thousands of people with superpowers in the world, but only a handful of them are super strong. And this proportion is constantly increasing. One percent of them determines the power of those at the top of the pyramid.
Xia Tian and the others watched with tension and shock as Ling Yun went on a killing spree. The scene they saw through the invisible barrier was even more shocking, as if they were there in person. The ferocity of the werewolves and Ling Yun's power left a permanent and indelible impression on them. If they were in Ling Yun's position, they probably wouldn't have lasted even five minutes. But in Ling Yun's hands, the situation was completely reversed.
"Is he even human?" Chen Jiaxuan murmured. She thought that even her teacher Quasimodo was probably no different.
Lingling and Su Bingyan's eyes sparkled with admiration, and they couldn't help but exclaim, "So handsome..."
Summer couldn't help but shiver. She glanced at her female assistant and thought to herself, "Women, oh women, you're such strange creatures..."
All the crises seemed to have been resolved, but Ling Yun knew that this was just the prelude to the attack. Although these werewolves were not weak, they were just cannon fodder used to test his strength and deplete his power. The real BOSS was still hidden behind.
The protagonist is always the last to appear, isn't he? Ling Yun thought with a cold and ruthless smile, then raised his right foot and stomped down heavily.
With a deafening roar, the entire ground trembled, as if struck by a gigantic fist descending from the sky. An invisible shockwave emanated from beneath Ling Yun's feet, rapidly spreading outwards in a wave-like pattern.
First, large cracks appeared on the ground, then countless plants and stones suddenly flew into the air, and the soil buried deep underground was overturned, as if it had been heavily plowed by an excavator. In the blink of an eye, the area within a radius of several hundred meters had been transformed into something else entirely.
Along with the churning up of the ground came not only soil, but also a dozen or so wretched dark creatures. Apart from a few that were still groaning and struggling on the ground, the vast majority had fallen into eternal slumber.
The vampires, with their hideous faces, were struggling in agony. Their self-healing abilities allowed them to survive the powerful shockwaves, but this was not happiness for them; it was endless suffering.