A fist subdues a wolf pack, and a shadow appears.

Nightmare's thunderous method of instantly killing four Wind Wolves not only shocked the villagers but also caused the ferocious pack to stir briefly.

Beastly instinct told them that inside this seemingly weak human hid something more dangerous and terrifying than they were.

However, wolf nature is ferocious, especially when driven by a mastermind behind the scenes.

After a brief pause, more Wind Wolves let out low growls, their ghostly green eyes locked onto Nightmare, viewing him as the primary threat.

"Protect young friend Nightmare!" Although shocked by Nightmare's strength, the old village chief could not afford to overthink, immediately ordering some hunters to close in on Nightmare and Medicine Old Man, attempting to form a defensive line.

But Nightmare moved.

He did not hold his ground; instead, he took the initiative to attack!

His figure flickered, like a ghost blending into the night, locking onto a Wind Wolf that had just rushed in through the gap in the fence and was pouncing on a woman and child.

It was still a simple, unadorned punch.

Chaos Qi stirred, and the intent of annihilation condensed.

Bang!

The Wind Wolf was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer; its head caved in unnaturally, and it flew backward without even a whimper, crashing against the stone wall and turning into a puddle of meat.

He did not stop, his footsteps treading along mysterious paths, weaving through the chaotic battlefield.

His speed was not extreme, but every step seemed to tread upon spatial nodes, allowing him to dodge the Wind Wolves' pounces and wind blades by a hair's breadth; every strike was precise, efficient, and lethal!

Fists, palms, fingers, elbows... every part of his body became a weapon of slaughter.

The power attributes of the Chaos Dao Foundation were unpredictable: at times cold and deathly, instantly stripping away vitality; at times stirring ripples in space, causing the Wind Wolves' attacks to miss; at times even simulating a trace of the World Tree's vitality, forming a short-lived defensive barrier to block lethal wind blades.

He was like an elegant and efficient Grim Reaper; wherever he passed, Wind Wolves fell dead, and none could withstand a single blow!

Moreover, under his control, the Chaos Qi vortex acted like a greedy glutton, constantly absorbing the scattered blood energy, Soul Power, and the residual wind-elemental energy from the Wind Wolf corpses on the battlefield, replenishing his own consumption, and even faintly growing stronger!

The villagers watched, dumbstruck, almost forgetting to fight.

They had never seen such a fighting style; there were no earth-shattering lights, no violent surges of blood energy, only a precision and deathly silence that bordered on the Dao, as if he were not fighting, but conducting a cold harvest.

"Who... who exactly is he?" Stone Tiger, clutching his bleeding arm, watched Nightmare clear out the Wind Wolves as easily as chopping vegetables, his face full of shock and disbelief.

The previous lack of conviction had long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe.

Medicine Old Man looked at Nightmare's figure, his eyes complex, and muttered: "Perhaps... he is the person of destiny mentioned in the ancestral teachings who can lead us out of this desperate situation..."

Under Nightmare's forceful slaughter, the Wind Wolves that had flooded into the village were quickly cleared out, greatly reducing the pressure on the villagers, whose morale revived, and they began to cooperate with Nightmare to encircle the remaining pack.

Outside the fence, the few alpha wolves let out anxious and uneasy howls; they realized that this sudden variable had completely disrupted their plans.

One of the largest alpha wolves, with a tuft of white fur on its forehead, flashed a hint of anthropomorphic cruelty in its ghostly green eyes and howled at the sky, its voice containing a special rhythm.

Immediately, all the remaining Wind Wolves ignored the ordinary villagers and, like a tidal wave, rushed toward Nightmare!

They abandoned defense, abandoned dodging, leaving only the purest, suicidal, crazy attacks!

Dozens, even hundreds of wind blades wove into a net, sealing off all of Nightmare's retreat paths!

Dozens of Wind Wolves pounced simultaneously from all directions, their fangs and claws flashing with the cold light of death!

"Careful!" Medicine Old Man and the villagers gasped, their hearts in their throats.

Faced with this lethal situation, Nightmare remained as cold as ice.

The combat model provided by the primal cube instantly simulated countless countermeasures.

He chose not to clash head-on, nor did he attempt to dodge completely.

The Chaos Dao Foundation operated at full power, the Qi vortex spinning to its limit!

He held his hands in a circle, drawing upon the spatial charm of the void lotus seed and the protective intent of the World Tree's vitality, fusing it with the absolute control of the Annihilation dao foundation, sketching out a blurry, constantly forming and decaying Chaos vortex in front of him!

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!

The dense wind blades shot into the Chaos vortex like mud oxen entering the sea, causing only ripples before disappearing without a trace; the energy contained within was instantly decomposed and devoured by the Chaos Qi vortex!

As for the Wind Wolves that pounced simultaneously, the moment they entered the range of the Chaos vortex, their movements instantly became sluggish, as if they had fallen into invisible quicksand; their vitality, blood energy, and even the weak wind-elemental energy within them flowed out uncontrollably, ruthlessly devoured by the vortex!

Nightmare stood at the center of the vortex, his black robes fluttering without wind, his face slightly pale.

Maintaining such a large-scale Chaos consumption was a huge burden on his dao foundation.

But his eyes were sharp, locked firmly onto the white-furred alpha wolf in the periphery.

"Found you!"

He captured that the moment the white-furred alpha wolf issued the command, it resonated clearly with the obscure fluctuation deep in the mountains!

Capture the leader to capture the bandits! And he would root out the mastermind behind the scenes!

Nightmare stomped his foot violently, and the Chaos vortex around him exploded, blasting away and annihilating all the sluggish Wind Wolves nearby!

His figure turned into a black stream of light, no longer wavering as before, but carrying an indomitable determination, crashing directly toward the gap in the fence, aiming straight for the white-furred alpha wolf and the mountain forest behind it!

"What is he doing?!"

"Chasing out there? That's too dangerous!"

The villagers exclaimed.

"Do not follow!" Nightmare left only a cold sentence, his figure already vanishing into the darkness outside the village.

Seeing Nightmare dare to rush out alone, the white-furred alpha wolf flashed a hint of fear in its eyes, but more of it was a rage at being provoked; it roared, leading several of its most elite guard wolves to meet him head-on!

The battle outside the village intensified, with wolf howls and dull crashing sounds constantly coming from the darkness, occasionally accompanied by flashes of Chaos light.

The villagers watched the outside of the village nervously, their palms sweaty.

Medicine Old Man walked quickly to the old village chief's side and whispered a few words; the old village chief's expression changed, and he finally nodded heavily, immediately arranging for the hunters who could still fight to guard the gap, vigilant against a potential new wave of wolves.

About an incense stick later, the sounds of battle outside the village stopped abruptly.

A deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath.

Thump... thump... thump...

Heavy footsteps approached from afar.

In the nervous gaze of everyone, Nightmare's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

His black robes were more tattered, a trace of undried blood hung from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, and his aura fluctuating—clearly, he had experienced a brutal battle.

But in his hand, he carried the huge head of the white-furred alpha wolf, its eyes wide with death!

And in his space, besides the corpse of the wolf king, there was an additional wisp of chaotic thought fragments, forcibly stripped and sealed by him using the Dao Rhyme of Annihilation, carrying the aura of the silver-white creation's rules!

The wolf pack, due to the death of the alpha and the temporary setback of the driving force behind the scenes, retreated like a tide.

The villagers looked at Nightmare, returning with the wolf's head, as if looking at a god of war descended to earth; awe, gratitude, fear... various complex emotions intertwined.

Nightmare threw the wolf head on the ground, suppressing the churning blood and the dizziness caused by overexertion in his body, his gaze looking sharply into the depths of the mountain forest.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, but he knew the real trouble had only just begun.