"Night!"
The fountain of blood aroused Ye Qing from his daze, and he immediately called out to the wolf. However, she was already in a mad frenzy because these people didn't only lure them into a dead-end trap once, they even attempted to kill Ye Qing now.
"Run!"
It wasn't known who was the first to shout, but the party of players scattered like flies. Night didn't care, as whoever was within reach of her claws and maw was doomed to die. In moments, torn limbs and blood covered the ground, and Night howled to the sky with vengeance in her eyes.
"Wh-... Wh-..."
Suddenly, a mature woman in conservative clothing rushed from the city gates with a fruit basket in hand. The first thing she saw was the archer's mangled corpse, the other players, and the black wolf howling to the sky. Her mind went blank, and she stumbled back a few unsteady steps.