However, as more and more werewolves gathered, the people inside the house gradually became overwhelmed, and their defense became noticeably disorganized. Human stamina was limited and couldn't compare to the powerful werewolves. After a fierce battle, their strength began to wane, and their movements slowed.
After one attack that injured a werewolf, several spears were retracted too slowly and were broken by the angry werewolf's claws. This created a gap in their defense, and after several more attacks, they could no longer hold back the werewolves, allowing one to get half its body through the door.
They had relied on the narrow doorway to defend themselves, preventing the werewolves from fully utilizing their strength. Once a werewolf got inside, the humans wouldn't be able to withstand its full power, and their fate would be to be slaughtered and torn apart by the ferocious beasts.
Seeing the people inside the house in danger, Chen Mo finally acted.
With his speed and strength fully unleashed, Chen Mo quickly charged into the werewolves' encirclement. His sword swung through the air, swiftly decapitating the massive werewolves, sending crimson blood spraying from their thick necks.
At the door, a werewolf had just stepped inside, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the terrified humans. It opened its fanged maw, ready to bite the nearest person holding a broken spear.
A tall, rugged middle-aged man, who had been loudly directing the defense, saw the danger at the door and rushed over, swinging his sword at the werewolf's head to save his companion.
But the werewolf was much faster. Before the man's sword was halfway through its swing, the werewolf's fangs were already at the human's face.
In the werewolf's cold, bloodthirsty eyes, the human's despairing face was reflected.
At that moment, Chen Mo's sword struck, slicing through the werewolf's neck from behind.
The werewolf's fierce eyes instantly dimmed, and its head flipped forward, hanging by a piece of skin at the front of its neck, spraying blood all over the human in front of it, soaking his upper body in hot wolf blood.
The man, saved from death, was too stunned to wipe the blood from his face, staring at the massive werewolf corpse in front of him in shock.
The rugged middle-aged man beside him, however, brightened up, quickly rushing to the door after seeing the nearly decapitated werewolf.
With the immediate danger at the door resolved, Chen Mo continued to clear the werewolves around the house. These beasts, naturally bloodthirsty and fearless, were not deterred by Chen Mo's slaughter but were instead driven to greater ferocity, all attacking him at once.
Chen Mo found himself surrounded by a dozen werewolves. Their immense strength and speed, fearless fighting style, and sheer numbers put some pressure on him. But his expression remained unchanged, cold and steady, his eyes focused. His sword swung, creating sharp arcs of light, his movements swift and precise, leaving no openings.
With his unparalleled sword, combined with his strength, speed, and reflexes six times that of an ordinary person, Chen Mo fully unleashed the power of the Holy Cross Swordsmanship. One by one, the werewolves fell to his blade.
Soon, the dozen werewolves attacking Chen Mo were all dead, their massive, grotesque bodies piled around him, their blood staining the ground red.
With that, the werewolves attacking the village were completely wiped out by Chen Mo.
Outside the stone house, besides Chen Mo, stood the tall middle-aged man who had rushed out after seeing Chen Mo decapitate the werewolf.
As he emerged, he saw Chen Mo surrounded by the werewolves. Just as he was about to shout to distract them, Chen Mo moved.
His speed was so fast it was hard to follow, his sword creating silver arcs in the air, quickly killing the werewolves around him.
The werewolves' bones were as hard as steel, and the man had to rely on terrain and aim for weak spots when fighting them. But in Chen Mo's hands, the werewolves' tough bodies were like tofu, easily cut by his sword without any resistance.
Watching the mysterious warrior standing among the werewolf corpses, holding a silver sword, the middle-aged man, Andrew, was filled with excitement.
Finally, a human strong enough to fight these brutal beasts had appeared!
"Our time to fight back has come!"
Seeing no movement outside for a long time, the remaining people in the stone house cautiously came out. When they saw the ground covered with werewolf corpses, everyone was shocked.
They knew all too well the strength of the werewolves, having experienced it firsthand. Even the mightiest knights couldn't match them.
In battles with werewolves, humans could only rely on large-scale troops and numerical superiority to eliminate a small number of werewolves, often at great cost.
If a werewolf outbreak occurred, with a large pack of over a hundred, even heavily guarded castles could fall, and all humans inside—whether commoners, soldiers, or nobles—would become werewolf food.
Historically, countless castles had been destroyed by werewolf outbreaks, with entire territories wiped out, all villages and towns destroyed, leaving the land desolate.
This time, the village was attacked by dozens of werewolves, a large pack by any standard. Even their lord's army couldn't handle such an invasion.
They thought they were doomed, but to their surprise, all these powerful werewolves had been killed.
Could it be a noble's army sent to exterminate the werewolves? But there was no sign of a large army nearby. Besides Andrew, who led them in defending the stone house, there was only a tall man in black, wearing a helmet and mask, standing with a sword among the werewolf corpses.
Could it be…
Without witnessing it themselves, they couldn't believe a single human could kill dozens of strong, fierce werewolves. But the decapitated werewolf corpses scattered around the village confirmed it was true.
After Andrew confirmed it, the villagers, though incredulous, accepted the fact. Their gazes towards Chen Mo were filled with gratitude and awe.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo stood among the corpses, seemingly lost in thought.