Our Family Has Fallen

”Get the hell back!”

Grendel struck her Magic Wand down. The grass leaves instantly wove together, forming a Grass Python that shot towards the sky, seizing the One-eyed’s hind legs in mid-air and dragging it down.

Losing its balance and crashing to the ground, the Strangler Vines seized the opportunity to surge forward, but they did not cause it any panic.

Allowing the barbed vines to scrape across its fur without inflicting any harm, it twisted its body to bite the Grass Python into pieces, once again breaking free and advancing towards its prey.

But Grendel wasn’t the least bit flustered. Waving her Magic Wand, the One-eyed suddenly sensed an intense crisis and leaped aside; the next second, a root burst from the ground where it had stood.

Empowered by the Force of Nature, the root became as rigid as a spear. Getting pierced by it was far more serious than any wound these weeds could inflict.

And there wasn’t just one. Roots shot up one after another in the surrounding area, forcing the One-eyed to dart left and right, not daring to pause in one place.

However, this technique placed a significant strain on Grendel. But it was merely her way of pushing back the enemy. Once the sustaining power was lost, those rigid roots quickly went limp, drooping to the ground.

But aside from Grendel, no one knew if her power was truly exhausted or if it was a trap, and when those sagging roots might suddenly stiffen again.

Yet the One-eyed paid this no mind and pressed on.

As expected, the moment it stepped into that area, the roots came alive again, like countless tentacles trying to seize it.

But the One-eyed was prepared this time, sweeping its claws across the roots before it and snapping them in the next second. No fancy tricks were needed, just sheer power.

After absorbing the bloodline power from Wang Cai, the One-eyed’s strength was now truly formidable.

Grendel recognized this opponent would be difficult, but she was no ordinary person either.

”Hmph!”

With a cold snort, she waved her Magic Wand, and countless roots burst forth...

The battle between Lance and the Warwolf also reached a fever pitch.

With the Wolf God’s Supernatural Power, the Warwolf’s strength was truly terrifying; in terms of both physique and power, he was stronger than Lance—this was the gap in strength between a Master and a Champion.

But the issue was that this gap hadn’t widened too much. Moreover, under the continuous Strengthening of the Bless, Lance’s power was unending and his overall strength was still growing.

In contrast, the Warwolf was steadily expending his energy. Even with his great strength, a time of exhaustion would inevitably come.

After weathering the initial burst, Lance also sensed the Warwolf’s diminishing stamina, while he himself became more and more vigorous. The frenzied power from the Bless made his body burn; he needed to vent it.

There was nothing better for that than intense combat.

Lance’s sword strike forced the Warwolf to retreat a step to stabilize himself. Ordinarily, this step would have greatly concerned the Warwolf, but now he was too surprised to notice, as he had forgotten how many steps he had already taken back.

First came shock, then anger... and now, only numbness remained.

The Warwolf’s brain clearly couldn’t keep up.

He could grapple with fierce tigers of the Mountains barehanded and split fully armored Knights—steed and all—in two with a single axe blow.

Why... why is it that although I could suppress him just a moment ago, the fight is feeling more and more wrong as it goes on?

”Is this all you’ve got? No wonder Miss Dai’er doesn’t think much of you.”

”Grown so big only to be a weakling.”

”You’re not even as good as the prime wolf. At least he lasted longer.”

Lance had truly let himself go, each sword swing accompanied by a taunt, successfully infuriating the Warwolf.

Being suppressed like this was a colossal humiliation for him, prompting an immediate roar.

AWOOOO!

A black wolf-head phantom appeared before him, and an eerie power from the Wolf God lunged at Lance.

As the Wolf God’s chosen and under the Wolf God’s Protection, the Warwolf was not only physically robust but could also wield some of the Wolf God’s power. This was why he could, to some extent, confront the Tribe Priest.

Lance almost laughed out loud at the sight. All that noise for this? It’s less harmful than your breath.

He had been about to strike but halted his storm-like assault, simply standing his ground as the dark shadow rushed towards him.

Lance had intended to give the Warwolf a little shock, but he suddenly felt a slight disturbance within him. He released it, and an ethereal form emerged—it was the Wolf Spirit that dwelled within him.

The Wolf Spirit appeared and immediately shielded Lance. When the dark shadow attacked, the Wolf Spirit effortlessly broke through it, causing the shadow to dissipate into smoke, which the Spirit then inhaled.

The Warwolf also possessed an extremely powerful Extraordinary Talent; otherwise, he couldn’t have borne the power of the Wolf God.

But it was precisely this that now filled him with alarm.

What did I just see? What *was* that thing?

”Hahaha! Let me tell you,” Lance couldn’t help but laugh at the Warwolf’s expression. ”My Wolf Spirit was obtained from the prime wolf. The Wolf Spirit dwelling in you, upon seeing mine, is like a son seeing his father—naturally, it’s useless against me.”

It had to be said, Barbarians like Warwolf were straightforward people. His mind didn’t process it quickly enough, and upon hearing this, he actually paused to consider it.

This made it even harder for Lance to contain his amusement. I initially thought this opponent was formidable, but it seems he’s here for comic relief.

”Don’t believe me, huh? I’ll just stand right here. Keep shouting. Even if you shout until your throat breaks, your Wolf God won’t dare to touch me.”

However, the Warwolf wasn’t truly foolish and quickly understood.

You can insult me, but insulting the Wolf God is unacceptable!

Dispensing with flashy moves, the Warwolf actually produced the Wolf Head statue.

Wolf God, activate!

The Sacrifice of at least a hundred people along their path had further empowered the statue. In response to his call, the power of the Wolf God descended. Unlike the earlier phantom, a solid stream of black smoke rose, swiftly coalescing into the form of an Evil Wolf.

Lance had previously acquired something similar. He could tell that the Spiritual Essence in the Warwolf’s hands was even richer now. The blackness on the statue was the intense congealment of what seemed to be fresh blood.

Looking at the Spiritual Essence on it, one couldn’t help but wonder how many people had to be killed to refine such an item.

The black wolf lunged directly at Lance, yet Lance stood firm, showing no intention of resisting or fleeing.

What does it mean to crush someone’s spirit?

This is what it means to crush someone’s spirit!

But the Warwolf did not hold back. I really can’t believe this! As the Wolf God’s Champion, can I actually lose?

His black wolf, condensed from the lives of a hundred people, would likely cause instant death if unleashed on any enemy. Even a fellow Transcendent, without specific protections, would not withstand its attack—much like when they had suppressed the Spirits of Nature of the Deerhead Tribe.

But the Wolf Spirit was no mere underling; behind it stood Lance, who had slaughtered countless foes.

The Wolf Spirit met the black wolf head-on, swiping with a claw to scatter its head, then attempting to tear and ingest the black smoke. However, the black wolf instantly reformed its head and bit back in retaliation.

Essentially, both were Spiritual Bodies engaged in a clash of Spiritual Essence, yet their fight mirrored that of real wolves—constantly dissipating and reforming, each trying to devour the other.

AWOOO!

As the Warwolf stood dumbfounded, a wolf howl snapped him out of his daze. He saw the One-eyed staggering toward him, its body riddled with wounds, even puncture wounds.

It seemed that even after seizing Wang Cai’s bloodline strength, it still couldn’t defeat Grendel, Nature’s favored.

At the same time, Grendel was also making her way towards them, though she too appeared greatly drained.

”Are you okay?” Lance raised his hand, granting Bless to restore her condition.

”All the Barbarian warriors and the white wolves have been killed,” Grendel said, feeling the warm flow within her. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as the energy she had expended in the battle was replenished.

”I know,” Lance had already taken note of this.

The previous fight had been so fierce because they had to protect the common folk and were forced to disperse their forces. Later, when they regrouped, they were immediately overwhelmed by superior combat power.

Now, however, the soldiers had regrouped and formed a battle line. Without a force like the Warwolf to break their formation and divide them, dealing with these Barbarian warriors—who knew only personal bravery and lacked tactical coordination—was simple. It was essentially a slaughter.

Surveying his surroundings, the Warwolf saw the encircling soldiers and realized that the warriors and white wolves who had been by his side had already fallen. Each body bore bloody holes, their faces twisted in gruesome death.

Not one was a coward who fled; they were all warriors of the Wolf God…

The Warwolf’s large frame suddenly seemed stooped, and the Battle Axe in his hand dropped to the ground. He seemed to understand that his cause was lost. Did Grendel feel something like this back then?

WHIMPER.

”There are no cowards in the Fang Tribe!”

For some reason, upon hearing the One-eyed’s whimper, the Warwolf let out a fierce roar. Then, without warning, he raised his Battle Axe and struck at the One-Eyed Wolf King beside him…