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Unbeknownst to him, Pei Jinye, whom Pitan had on his mind, was right here at this moment.
Being ruthlessly beaten by Des.
The beating was making his vitality suffer greatly.
The only good news was that after all, this werewolf had no martial skills trained by human beings, no method to his madness, simply relying on his own advantage of strength.
Suddenly falling behind with a sword strike, Pei Jinye's figure landed on the ground, bending forward in a half-bow stance, sliding backward over a dozen meters.
Almost without stopping.
Pei Jinye's figure vanished from where he was.
Des wanted to kill him, and he wanted to kill Des's subordinates...
Under the suddenly increased pressure, the surrounding air flows, after being crushed by different forces, dispersed into countless little swords like chaotic air currents.
Some of the weaker werewolves couldn't withstand it and were pierced with bloody holes, howling in agony as they dodged.