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Paris did not put Ji Feng in his eyes at all. If the other party was a tiger, then he might have some misgivings. Of course, that was only some misgivings. When the wolf-men had the advantage in numbers, the other races could only avoid them. Of course, this was only when the difference in individual strength was not too great. If the opponent was too powerful, the advantage in numbers would disappear. For example, when facing Gustav, the wolf tribe's advantage in numbers was hard to show. Of course, Gustav could not have come if the number had increased exponentially. In front of the united yet fearless werewolves, even the powerful Gustave would not dare to act too arrogantly.

In the face of Parisian lance, if the monsoon does not dodge or block, he will be pierced by the lance. Of course, the monsoon would not be pierced. This was because he had already prepared the Dark Roar, and his spiritual force was running out. If he did not compete this time, he would be in danger. Fortunately, the power of Parisian forces was not comparable to that of Gustav's. Otherwise, the monsoon would have been over.

Parisian was surprised to see that Ji Feng had neither the intention to attack nor the intention to dodge. Even so, there was no mercy in his hands. The spear was like a venomous snake, shooting directly toward Ji Feng's throat.

Of course, Ji Feng would not let his spear pierce his throat. He was waiting for the distance between the two to get closer. At this moment, the wolf-man warriors saw that the junior family head had clashed with Ji Feng, and the movements of their hands also slowed down. However, it wasn't as if they hadn't done anything. Instead, they surrounded the two of them. As long as Paris appeared to be no match for them, they would immediately rush forward to help.

When the tip of Parisian's spear was only five or six centimeters away from Ji Feng's throat, the long prepared darkness roar of the monsoon was released. This was his final spiritual power. He could not fail, and could only succeed. Of course, Ji Feng did not think that he would fail. Because Paris didn't know his identity, otherwise, Paris would definitely know that he had a spiritual attack method, and would have prepared himself beforehand. On this point, Ji Feng was very confident.

The reason why Ji Feng was so confident was because his understanding towards the Dark Roar and his opponent's martial arts were not high enough for him to look up to. With these two key factors combined, there was no reason for him to fail. As a result, the spear in Parisian hands fell to the ground before it could pierce the monsoon. He also fell down head first. However, the Wind Wolf on the back of his mount wasn't affected in the slightest. It continued charging straight towards Ji Feng. When Ji Feng released the dark roars, he had already anticipated such a situation. Moreover, as he released his dark roar, he had already urged Zhan Hu to take half a step to the right before charging towards Paris.

It was only when the monsoon grabbed the Paris that was falling towards the ground, did his men react. In fact, they were all carefully chosen warriors of the werewolf race. They would be Parisian soldiers in the future. Their battle prowess was something that ordinary people could not compare with. However, none of them could react until they saw Ji Feng copy Paris into his hands. He brandished his weapon and was about to rush towards the monsoon.

It was not that their reactions were slow, but rather that they had never experienced the monsoon season before. Whether it was the Dark Roar or the Instantaneous Fireball Technique, the main fighting style of Ji Feng was sneak attacks. Before mastering darkness magic, his light elemental fireball appeared in very sudden places and places. Unless his strength had reached a level where he looked up to, his attacks would definitely bring a lot of trouble to the enemy, and could even cause them to lose their lives. This had already been verified at Hobbit Manor.

"I suggest that you all stay away from me. Otherwise, I can't promise that I won't fail." As the monsoon spoke, he gripped the left thumb and forefinger of his left hand around the man's throat.

His actions caused more than fifty elite wolf-men warriors to refrain from shooting at the rats, not allowing them to act rashly. However, they did not retreat. Instead, they stared at Ji Feng with hostility. As long as the monsoon showed the slightest flaw, they would rush forward to save him.

Of course, Ji Feng wouldn't give them the chance. He placed the Parisian flat on Zhan Hu's back and undid all of his limbs without leaving a trace behind. As such, he couldn't help but secretly heave a sigh of relief. Feeling the little spiritual energy left in the Soul Orb, Ji Feng also experienced the consequences of using up too much of his spiritual energy. He felt his spiritual force become sluggish, and he even had the urge to yawn.

However, he was in an environment that didn't allow him to do that, so he could only endure it. At the same time, he stared coldly at the werewolf soldiers in front of him. A battle could erupt at any moment.

The ultimate way of fighting for the werewolves was to transform. Their original form and body, which was no different from a human's, would be transformed, and both their physique and combat prowess would be multiplied.

Regardless of male or female, the moment the wolf-man transformed, his body would grow long hair in an instant. When the battle ended, he would either be exhausted, or die because of it. However, when a low-level werewolf transforms, their emotions will become out of control. However, this kind of danger is against the enemy. Even if he lost control of his emotions, he could still detect the existence of his own kind.

Werewolves had keen senses. When the monsoon removed the joints of Parisian limbs, although they could still hide it, a portion of Werewolves could still see it. They didn't move because they didn't want to.

"It seems like you didn't hear what I said." As Ji Feng spoke, his left hand grabbed Parisian's neck and lifted him up high.

Seeing this scene, the Werewolf Warriors immediately opened up a path in silence. Ji Feng placed Paris on Zhan Hu's back and said, "Don't follow him. When I'm safe, I will definitely put him down."

As he spoke, he urged Zhan Hu to gallop away. The Wolf Tribe soldiers brought by Paris immediately separated out two people ? the fastest one to enter the Wolf City. The rest of the group dropped out far behind the monsoon. Their mounts were all High Class Wind Wolves, and Ji Feng's War Tiger had already been running for so long. They only needed to slightly push it, and they would be able to catch up to Ji Feng.

Of course, Ji Feng knew that they were following behind him. However, he really couldn't threaten them. He could only urge Zhan Hu to speed up his charge. To be honest, Ji Feng didn't dare to do anything to Paris. If it died, he would be surrounded and captured by the entire werewolf tribe. Although he did not know the true identity of Parisian, he knew that the werewolves were the most united race in the prairie, and that this person did not look like an ordinary person no matter how he looked at him.

The Wolf Tribe soldiers were stuck at a distance of fifty to sixty meters behind him. Ji Feng could only let Zhan Hu charge forward with all his might. As long as he left the werewolf territory, he would throw Parisian down.

The idea was good, but the reality was cruel. From far away, Ji Feng could see a tall Wind Wolf standing in the middle of the road. On the Wind Wolf's back was a young girl wearing a long white skirt.

Ji Feng's attention was immediately attracted by it, because other people's mounts were used for sitting while hers were used for standing. Of course, it wasn't as if there were none standing on top of the mounts. It was just that they were all placed under special circumstances. Ji Feng could tell at a glance that this woman was trying to stop him, and he knew that she was also a werewolf.

Before the werewolf transformed, he was no different from a human. When an untransformed werewolf was with a human, it was hard for a human to tell them apart. The reason why Ji Feng believed that she was a werewolf was because the other party had tried to block his path.

This woman was called Claudia, the younger sister of Paris. She was a wind element mage, and her cultivation had reached the intermediate seventh step. For her, who was nineteen years old, to possess such a cultivation, it was enough to show that her talent was extraordinary. In contrast to the situation where the three most powerful races on the prairie had very few mages, the wolf-man mages were no less than the humans, and their ratio was even higher. Every time there was a war between the Beastmen and another race, at least eighty percent of the members of the Beastman Empire's Mage Regiment came from the werewolves.

Seeing Claudia in the distance, Ji Feng did not show any signs of slowing down. When they were only ten steps away from Claudia, the monsoon made Zhan Hu move to the left, wanting to rush towards her.

At this moment, Claudia took out a magic staff and began to chant. Even though Ji Feng had almost used up all of his spiritual energy, he could still clearly sense that the elemental energy in his surroundings was undergoing some sort of change. It was the wind element that had changed. He immediately knew that this woman was a wind element mage.

In reality, this world's elemental divisions were intrinsically different from the five elements on Earth. There were only five types of elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. This was a more detailed division. In reality, these were all by-products of the five elements being mutually counterproductive. Regarding this, Ji Feng had already thought about it.

When they were less than twenty steps away from Claudia, Ji Feng could feel that the wind element had become even denser. Zhan Hu suddenly stopped. Ji Feng's legs couldn't help but tighten around Zhan Hu's stomach. Due to his inertia, Paris, who was lying horizontally in front of him, almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Ji Feng reacted quickly and grabbed his clothes, preventing him from slipping down. Ji Feng didn't expect this girl to be able to release a wind enchantment. Although it was with the help of her magic staff, she displayed her strength.

With that, Paris, who had fainted due to the roaring darkness, opened his eyes, and his god gradually recovered. After a while, he had figured out his situation and saw his younger sister standing on Windwolf's back.

At this moment, Claudia spoke up. "Let my brother go, I guarantee your safe passage."

"How can I trust your word?"

"I'll stay and be your hostage."

"Claudia, don't do anything stupid. He doesn't dare to do anything to me."

At this time, the wolf-man warriors, who were far behind Ji Feng, gradually moved closer to him. Even though Parisian was still in her hands, Claudia, who was a combination of beauty and wisdom, was standing there. The junior family head would definitely be fine. What happened today was a humiliation to them. They had more than fifty people, but the other side only had one. Moreover, it was a low-level cultivator. Under such circumstances, the other side actually captured the junior family head right in front of them. Not to mention that after they returned, they would be punished. Even if they were to be exempted from punishment, they would still not be able to pass their test. Now that Claudia had appeared, they could see the hope of saving the junior family head.

Unlike the other races who valued power more, the werewolves paid more attention to bloodlines, and Parisian and Claudia were werewolves with royal bloodlines. Their position in the werewolves was irreplaceable. Of course, even though royalty had an exalted status since they were born, their responsibilities were also very large. They were shouldering the continuation and future of the werewolf tribe.

"Beauty, do you think that I don't dare to do anything to him?" As Ji Feng spoke, his left hand once again gripped Paris' throat.

Claudia was unmoved. "Do you think you can leave the prairie safely if he dies?"

"Since I can't leave anyway, why don't I just pull someone with me?" Of course, Ji Feng would not be threatened.

"I'll keep my offer. I'll stay as a hostage and you can let him go."

Ji Feng shook his head slightly and said, "You are very beautiful. Although it would be more pleasing for me to keep you by my side, he has already been restrained by me. I am a simple person, and my idea is much simpler, which is to say, I don't want to do anything troublesome. Of course, I have no other intentions. I just want him to send me to the border of the prairie. As long as I enter the Druid's territory, he will be free. "

After staring into Ji Feng's eyes for a few seconds, Claudia said, "I'll go with you. You won't mind, will you?"

"Logically speaking, with a beauty accompanying me, the following journey will definitely be much easier and more enjoyable. However, I'm more worried about my own safety."

"What if I keep following them?"

Ji Feng thought about it and said, "As long as you don't get too close to me, it's fine. Fifty steps is the limit. Otherwise, although I wouldn't dare to kill him, I wouldn't mind taking down some parts of his body, such as his limbs."

"I'll always be fifty paces away," she said flatly, when the monsoon thought Claudia was going to make an outburst.

Saying this, she turned to the wolf warriors standing far behind Ji Feng and said, "You can all go back now. I will bring big brother back."

"Yes sir!"

What shocked Ji Feng the most was that after dozens of werewolf warriors saluted in unison, they turned their Wind Wolves around and left without the slightest hesitation.

"Can we go now?"

Ji Feng said with a bitter smile, "I didn't expect them to trust your abilities so much. I feel like I've made the wrong decision."

"Will you go back on your word?"

"If I go back on my word, you will turn around and leave?" Ji Feng asked.

Claudia only shook her head, but said nothing.

Without wasting any time on nonsense, Ji Feng urged his War Tiger towards Claudia's left side. This time, Claudia did not intervene. Because of an agreement, she did not immediately chase after him. She just looked thoughtfully at the back of Ji Feng's head. When the distance between her and Ji Feng reached fifty steps, she urged the Wind Wolf to follow at a moderate pace. She stood firmly on the Wind Wolf's back, not swayed by its movements. This was the power of a wind-style magus. Upon reaching a certain level, wind-style magi could fly in the air. However, flying consumed a lot of spiritual force. Normal people wouldn't do that.

As an intermediate wind mage, Claudia could also fly in the air for a short period of time, but she would not do so. This was because her mental strength was insufficient to support the next battle.

Ji Feng only occasionally turned his head back to look at the distance between him and Claudia. He mostly urged Zhan Hu to sprint forward. Because he had expended too much energy, Zhan Hu's speed was also affected. However, he couldn't care less about the monsoon anymore. Zhan Hu, who had been attacked twice by Ji Feng's Dark Roar, could only grit his teeth and persevere. He did not dare to retaliate. The two attacks of the monsoon left a shadow on it.

At this moment, Parisian was getting used to the shock. However, as a warrior, his limbs had been dislocated, which blocked all his paths. This skill from Earth made him very sullen. Of course, this was not the first time he felt aggrieved.

So he said, "Who the hell are you?"

Ji Feng glanced down at him and said, "Just as you said, I am a spy from the human race. I came here to survey the terrain of the grassland in preparation for the next attack on the grassland."