Huang Ying pulled her spear from the Bloodthirsty Werewolf’s neck and stared blankly at Ye Thirteen, who had just released his grip from mid-air.
General Rank…
Was he really *that* overwhelmingly cool and powerful?
Damn. She’d traded blows with this Bloodthirsty Werewolf for ages—yet Ye Thirteen merely flicked his wrist from a distance, and the hulking beast lifted into the air like a helpless chick?
Spotting the opening, Huang Ying instantly delivered the finishing strike to the defenseless werewolf.
Still… even after victory, it felt unreal.
And that wasn’t all. Earlier, Ye Thirteen snapped his fingers—and five Fifth-Rank Bloodthirsty Direwolves dropped dead on the spot, blood spraying from their mouths.
Tsk!
Hell, was this *really* General Rank power?!
A chill shot down Huang Ying’s spine.
She’d never seen a General Rank unleash full power—but slaughtering mid-to-high tier fiends as easily as drinking water? She’d never *seen* it. Never even *heard* of it.
Before today, if someone claimed a finger snap could kill five Fifth-Rank fiends instantly, she’d have laughed in their face.
But now… reality hit hard. Her scalp prickled.
Was this even humanly possible?
In her eyes, Ye Thirteen stood like a demon god striding across the battlefield.
No wonder those five Fifth-Rank Direwolves froze earlier—they must’ve sensed his terrifying aura the moment they faced him.
Huang Ying glanced at Ye Thirteen, only to find his gaze already shifted toward Qu Yi’s group.
She gave him one deep look, then moved to assist her two deputy captains.
With her help, the five Fifth-Rank Direwolves fell swiftly.
But when Yu Cheng and Zhao Ming tried to aid the students, Huang Ying stopped them.
She held them back, eyes fixed on Ye Thirteen with a strange glint.
“No need. With him here? Even if the sky fell, we’d be fine.”
She almost believed Ye Thirteen could’ve handled everything alone—even without the three Soldier-Class Demonhunter squads.
Where did those three girls find such a powerhouse?!
Still… as their official instructor, Ye Thirteen had to be a Demonhunter from the Dragon Realm with a clean record.
Otherwise, how could Mayor Lai possibly trust *this* monster beside his own daughter?
Yu Cheng and Zhao Ming looked confused—until Huang Ying recounted the Werewolf and the five Direwolves. They froze.
Moments ago, they’d wondered why *she* seemed so fierce.
Logically, *they* should’ve been helping *her*—her foes were tougher.
But… annihilating five Fifth-Rank fiends in an instant?!
Even General Xia Qing—Qu Yi’s mom—might manage it… but never with Ye Thirteen’s effortless ease.
Arcane arts were mysterious, yes—but this level of power? At least equal to General Xia Qing.
Meaning Ye Thirteen was at least a peak Seventh Rank master.
Relief washed over Yu Cheng and Zhao Ming.
Just like Huang Ying.
Moments ago, pressure weighed heavy. Now? Knowing *he* was here…
As Huang Ying said: even if the sky fell, Ye Thirteen would hold it up.
Why panic? Just do their jobs.
Clearly, Ye Thirteen wanted the students to train. With him watching? No need to interfere.
The three sat down to recover.
Meanwhile, the Soldier-Class squads steadily pressured the six Rank-and-File Fiends—victory neared.
They turned attention to Qu Yi’s group.
But the students weren’t faring well.
As injured Direwolves healed one by one, they finally recalled the textbook entry:
*Third-Rank Bloodthirsty Direwolf: neutral-element beast, close-combat specialist.*
*Sole ability—Bloodthirst!*
*Heals wounds after damaging foes.*
Lai Yingxin cast Luminous Blessing again to heal Qu Yi and Han Xiangxue, breathless.
“Yi Yi… should we ask Uncle to step in?”
Students lacked veterans’ foundation. Dragged into a protracted fight, they were overwhelmed.
Even Lai Yingxin, focused solely on support, was straining. Let alone Qu Yi and Han Xiangxue fighting head-on.
She’d glimpsed Ye Thirteen—already done, casually smoking nearby, watching.
Qu Yi met Lai Yingxin’s gaze, resolve hardening.
“One last chance. We try first. If it fails… we call Uncle.”
“Xue’er, Xiao Lai—hold the line!”
She fell back, opened the Patrol Squad channel.
“Do you want to take down these Third-Rank Direwolves yourselves?”
Du Sina replied instantly: “Obviously!”
Others chimed in between strikes:
“Duh, yes!”
“But that Bloodthirst passive is so annoying!”
“Qu Yi, just say the plan—we trust you!”
“Yes! We believe in you!”
Qu Yi exhaled. “Our Talisman Master has one full burst left. Our only shot.”
“Over forty Direwolves remain. We’re nearly spent. Must win in one strike.”
“In thirty seconds, I’ll charge in and draw aggro.”
“Your job: herd them tight.”
“Create a clean opening for Xue’er and DPS roles. One decisive blow.”
“Timer starts—now.”
Puzzled but focused, squads pressed on.
Thirty seconds later—Qu Yi broke formation and charged straight into the pack!
Just as worry spiked—a blazing shield of flame enveloped her.
“Fifth-Rank Flame Shield! Quick—herd the outer Direwolves!”
Every member pushed hard to corner the beasts.
Lai Yingxin and control-class allies unleashed their skills:
Luminous Bind!
Verdant Entanglement!
Aqua Shackles!
Corrosive Earth!
Dark Corridor!
