The night grew deeper, and it seemed that werewolves were not creatures of nocturnal activity; they were setting up camp in the woods, preparing to continue deeper into the forest tomorrow.
Li Teng had been listening attentively to his surroundings with his incredibly sharp hearing. After the world grew quiet in the dead of night, he finally seized an opportunity, slowly burning through the thick ropes binding his hands with a conjured magic flame. Taking advantage of the werewolf soldiers' lack of reaction, he suddenly darted into the woodland shrouded by night.
The werewolf soldiers were startled and only realized that a human had escaped upon seeing the severed ropes. They shouted and scrambled to pursue, but they had no idea which direction the human had run off to.
Some werewolves suggested releasing the giant wolves to chase down the fleeing captive, but after some contemplation, the werewolf leader deemed it unworthy and decided not to proceed.