A massive azure dragon bared its fangs and claws, lunging at Augustus’s head.
The sudden appearance of the dragon made Augustus’s eyes narrow as he released his grip on the battle blade.
Immediately, his wolf claws grew larger, glowing with a terrifying golden light, and struck fiercely at the descending azure dragon.
The azure dragon shattered under the force of the wolf claws but transformed into azure flames that splattered onto Augustus.
Augustus’s golden fur seemed to possess strong defensive capabilities, as the azure flames could not burn him.
Taking advantage of this moment, Donovan swiftly retreated.
Augustus pushed off the ground with his wolf limbs, charging at Donovan with both golden-glowing wolf claws striking simultaneously.
Donovan could only use the Dragonfire Warblade to block.
Each block resulted in a terrifying metallic clang, and the powerful impact shook Donovan’s internal organs.
Donovan exerted all his strength to barely fend off Augustus’s fierce attacks.
On the other side, Harrison was battling Oliver.
Oliver wielded a massive black scythe, one of the Wolf Tribe’s Sacred Items. Additionally, a pair of illusory black wings had sprouted from his back, doubling his attack speed.
After a brief probing, Oliver swung the massive black scythe down at Harrison’s head.
Harrison had no choice but to raise his Radiant Blade to block.
Clang! A crisp sound echoed.
Although the Radiant Blade successfully blocked the black scythe’s attack, the black death energy emanating from the scythe was the real killer move.
Harrison, slightly slow in retreating, had his hand contaminated by a bit of the black death energy. His skin corroded instantly, revealing raw flesh.
Pulling away from Oliver and looking at his injured hand, Harrison felt a heavy weight in his heart.
Compared to their encounter in the Enchanted Realm, this Wolf Tribe Prince’s strength had increased significantly.
Harrison adjusted his internal energy slightly, then charged at Oliver again with his Radiant Blade.
In the ensuing battle, despite Harrison unleashing his full strength and using his most powerful martial techniques, he gradually fell into a disadvantage against the ten-meter-tall Oliver.
Elsewhere, battles raged fiercely, with terrifying combat energy waves sweeping through everything around them.
Violet had not yet joined the fight. Watching the brutal battles ahead, her face showed signs of worry.
She could clearly sense that Augustus and Oliver’s combat power had increased significantly. Her father Donovan and Elder Harrison were both at a disadvantage.
Elder Frederick and Valdo were barely holding their own.
Screams echoed continuously as another disciple from the Flood Dragon Gang had his head crushed by a Werewolf viscount.
Both Iron Sword Sect and Flood Dragon Gang had elite disciples being mercilessly slaughtered by Werewolves, filling the air with a nauseating stench of blood.
Ellis, Montague, Marine, and others from the Flood Dragon Gang were all engaged in dangerous and grueling battles.
As their side’s disadvantage became more apparent, Violet grew anxious and decided to take action.
In a flash, Violet moved to a stone tablet at the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s gate. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a red Jade Talisman.
Before heading to the Enchanted Realm, Leo had set up a formation at the gate and informed Violet how to activate it.
Violet channeled her internal energy into the Jade Talisman and then crushed it, pressing it against the stone tablet inscribed with “Seven Stars Sword Sect.”
“Activate, Mystic Fireblade Formation!” Violet shouted.
As her voice fell, golden beams of light shot up within a kilometer radius centered on the Seven Stars Sword Sect gate.
The golden light quickly connected in the sky, forming a massive circular golden barrier.
Corresponding to the golden barrier in the sky, golden patterns appeared on the ground. These patterns interconnected to form runes, creating an enormous formation.
The area within the formation was filled with a mysterious energy fluctuation.
“What is this?” Augustus paused his attack on Donovan as he noticed the sudden change.
Oliver also stopped his attack on Harrison and looked up at the sky.
Violet changed her hand seals and pointed at the stone tablet.
The ground patterns shifted, causing the golden barrier in the sky to rotate. Vast Spiritual Power gathered, forming seven Mystic Fireblades.
The seven Mystic Fireblades lined up in the sky, each about ten meters long with pale blue flames burning on their blades, emitting intense heat.
“It’s Leo’s formation!”
“Miss Violet has activated it!”
The elite disciples looked up at the sky with joy on their faces. The Werewolves had been too fierce; despite their best efforts, they were still being ruthlessly killed by them.
At this moment, all attacks ceased.
The marquises, earls, and viscounts of the Werewolves looked at the giant swords above them with fear in their hearts.
Violet turned to face the giant swords in the sky and extended her right hand to guide them.
One Mystic Fireblade broke away from the formation and shot down towards a Werewolf viscount on the ground.
The Werewolf viscount’s pupils contracted; he dared not face the giant sword head-on. His massive body flashed repeatedly in an attempt to dodge it.
However, to his surprise, not only was the giant sword incredibly fast, but it also had tracking capabilities. No matter how he dodged, it locked onto him.
His evasive maneuvers only delayed the inevitable by a few seconds.
The Mystic Fireblade eventually pierced through the Werewolf viscount’s neck. His head flew off as blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, and his massive body collapsed to the ground.
With one sword strike, she easily killed a Werewolf viscount.
Violet felt reassured, silently acknowledging Leo’s powerful formation.
She continued to point with her right index finger, directing the remaining six Mystic Fireblades to shoot down at six more Werewolf viscounts simultaneously.
The six Werewolf viscounts had witnessed their companion’s gruesome death. Seeing the giant swords diving towards them filled their wolf faces with terror.
One Mystic Fireblade moved fastest, targeting a Werewolf viscount standing six meters tall. He did not attempt to dodge because he knew it was futile.