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"Prepare for battle!" Fan Tong's voice echoed in the trembling air, but it seemed more like he was speaking to himself.

The giant wolf's oppressive aura was like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The soldiers gripped their weapons so tightly that the veins bulged, and fear spread through the ranks like a plague.

The wolf king moved!

Swift as lightning, a fierce wind howled where the afterimage swept by.

Fan Tong barely dodged the wolf king's claws. The heavy blade collided with the wolf's claws, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound that made his hand go numb.

"Shield formation! Retreat!" Fan Tong roared, directing his troops to change formation.

The young warriors hastily formed a shield formation, but they still could not withstand the wolf king's offensive.

A scream pierced the night sky as a warrior was struck by the wolf king's giant claws, flying several meters before crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

The soldiers' tragic condition enraged Fan Tong.

His eyes were bloodshot, and with a roar, he took the initiative to meet the wolf king.

His long sword slashed like a storm, each strike carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

The wolf king was not to be outdone, brandishing its claws and clashing fiercely with Fan Tong's longsword, sparks flying everywhere.

A man and a wolf fought a desperate battle under the moonlight.

The clash of swords and the shadows of claws intertwined to create a breathtaking scene.

“Fan Tong…” a soft voice rang out from afar.

The girl in white was constantly worried about Fan Tong in the tribe.

She sat by the campfire, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, her gaze drifting into the distance from time to time, as if she could see Fan Tong's figure through the night.

She imagined the dangers Fan Tong might encounter, and unsettling images flashed through her mind: Fan Tong being scratched by the giant wolf's claws, falling to the ground, his blood staining the earth red.

This worry was like a thin thread, tightly wrapped around her heart, making her restless.

Her sorrow seemed to permeate the air, enveloping the entire tribe and even making the distant trees appear somewhat dim.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest under the cover of night, Fan Tong's team was still engaged in a fierce battle with the wolf king.

Exhausted, Fan Tong found a secluded place to rest during a lull in the fighting.

He leaned against a large tree, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his anxiety and exhaustion.

However, the image of the girl in white's smile and gentle eyes involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Her smile, like the warm spring sun, dispelled the gloom in his heart; her eyes, like clear lake water, brought him peace and reassurance.

A surge of desire welled up in Fan Tong's heart. To him, the girl in white was not only his lover, but also a ray of light in his heart, giving him the motivation to move forward in the darkness.

His longing and yearning for the girl in white fueled his passion, and even the surrounding night seemed to become ambiguous.

He remembered her soft hair and the gentle touch of her voice.

At this moment, all the fatigue and danger seemed insignificant, because he knew that as long as he could return to her side, all the suffering would be worthwhile.

"Fan Tong..." A soft voice rang out from afar, like a spring breeze brushing past his ear, making his heart tremble slightly.

He quickly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, but all he could see was a blurry night.

But the voice seemed to echo in his heart, making him even more determined to fight.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, gripped the long sword tightly again, and his eyes gleamed with determination.

He knew that only by defeating the enemy before him could he return to the girl in white and spend the rest of his life with her.

He stood up and walked towards the wolf king, each step firm and powerful.

During the struggle with the wolf king, Fan Tong keenly noticed a subtle action of the wolf king – before each attack, it would habitually use its hind legs to push off the ground for leverage.

This discovery ignited a glimmer of hope in Fan Tong's heart.

He looked around, his gaze settling on a deep pit not far away, hidden by vines.

A bold plan formed in his mind.

He feigned defeat, fighting and retreating, leading the wolf king toward the deep pit.

The wolf king fell for the trap and roared as it gave chase.

Just as it was about to pounce on Fan Tong, Fan Tong dodged in a flash, and the wolf king's massive body slipped through the air and fell heavily into the deep pit.

"Now!" Fan Tong gave the order, and the soldiers rushed out from behind their cover, their weapons raining down on the wolf king at the bottom of the pit.

The wolf king let out a painful howl, struggling in the trap, but unable to break free.

The joy of victory spread among the crowd, and cheers resounded through the night sky.

However, just when everyone thought victory was assured, an unexpected change occurred.

The wolf king let out a deafening roar, and a powerful force erupted from its body.

The surrounding vines were torn apart as if they were made of paper, and the wolf king leaped out of the deep pit, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

It charged madly at Fan Tong, its sharp claws bringing a fierce gust of wind with them.

Fan Tong felt a chill run down his spine and quickly raised his knife to parry.

At the critical moment, the purple-haired youth flew over, his longsword clashing with the wolf king's claws, producing a piercing metallic clang.

"Fan Tong, I'm here to help you!" the purple-haired youth shouted, joining forces with Fan Tong to fight against the wolf king's frenzied attacks.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying blood, the tension of the battle escalated continuously.

In a fierce collision, the wolf king's claws slashed Fan Tong's left arm, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

In the distance, the girl in white suddenly felt a pang of fear, as if something bad was about to happen.

Fan Tong gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and continued to wield the long sword in his hand.

His gaze was firm and unwavering, as if no force could break him.

Inspired by his perseverance, the soldiers shouted his name and cheered him on.

"Fan Tong..." the purple-haired youth exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.