Cold sweat trickled down the chief's forehead. He suddenly remembered that besides the goblins, there was another elusive enemy. A chill ran down his spine as the dense fog enveloped him tightly.
The chief shuddered, swinging his iron-headed staff backward with a fierce sweep, but only hitting the air. His vision was now shrouded by the icy fog; his skin felt numb upon contact with it. A flash of a blade pierced through the mist, and a jackal man beside him grunted and collapsed to the ground. A few drops of blood fell on his face, seeping into his heart.
As the fog dissipated, the chief noticed that in addition to the fallen companion, there was another corpse with a knife through its heart behind him. Afura crouched on a tree branch, looking down at the panicked jackal men with a faint smile. Her Fear Spell had been upgraded, adding the effect of sensory deception. Although the duration was brief, when used correctly, it could create immense psychological pressure.
She communicated with the minds of the remaining eight. Four seconds passed in the blink of an eye. They suddenly felt a chill around them, and the three corpses seemed to reveal a bizarre smile. Their cold sweat increased instantly, and all the jackal men unconsciously moved away from the bodies. This identical action led them to look at each other, deepening the fear in their hearts.
A jackal man swallowed and pointed at the bodies with a trembling hand, "B-Boss, they seem... not dead."
All the jackal men simultaneously swallowed their saliva as their fear spread rapidly like a punctured film. The chief mustered his courage and tried to reassure everyone, "Everyone, don't be afraid. This is just the witch's trick." However, this statement instead caused everyone to panic even more. Death was not terrifying; what was truly frightening was the thought of their souls falling into the witch's hands and suffering endless torment.
At that moment, another jackal man shivered and said, "B-Boss, why do I feel it getting colder and colder?" After speaking, he shuddered involuntarily. The chief felt the same, hunching his neck as the chill spread from his heart throughout his body. He scrutinized the surroundings and suddenly noticed a subordinate staring at him with a greedy gaze, his lips curling into the same eerie smile as the corpses.
The chief inhaled sharply, recognizing the hungry, beastly look in his subordinate's eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his iron-headed staff and smashed it down on the subordinate. A loud crash echoed as the helmet caved in, the subordinate's features contorted with blood gushing from his seven orifices, and he silently collapsed to the ground. At the same time, the chief felt intense pain in his back and head. Turning around, he saw four jackal men with faces full of horror, and three more bodies on the ground. It turned out that while he was attacking, he had also been attacked from behind.
The chief's eyes turned bloodshot, the world spun around him, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly. One of the jackal men could no longer endure the terror and screamed as he dashed into the jungle. Within three seconds, a head was thrown back, belonging to the jackal man who had just fled. Fear spread as they saw the green dots of light bobbing up and down in the forest.
Two more piercing screams followed, one jackal man fainted, and another knelt on the ground, crying with his head in his hands. The last one stood with trembling legs, urine streaming down his legs. As the green lights approached, they realized these were the eyes of another group of jackal men.
"This is how it happened," the chief said, still shaken as he looked at the two survivors kneeling on the ground. Originally, there were three living witnesses, but one of them woke up and started attacking the other jackal men, and was eventually killed. Now, the remaining two were also incapacitated; one was in a daze, and the other had gone completely mad.
The leader's face darkened. The goblins had ultimately betrayed him, entering the forest in search of a new master. Although they had successfully weakened the chief's power, the cost was one-eighth of the entire White Fang Mountain jackal men's combat strength. Without the strength of the goblins, he could be cleared out by the lions at any time, living a life of constant hiding. What's worse, he still had to face that powerful witch, with whom he had recently clashed.
The jackal man leader's eyes shifted, and a faint smile appeared on his face. That lion would never let the witch go; there would be a battle between them. And in the neighboring camp, there were adventurers who would not let the lion off either. He just needed to wait and see, waiting for the right moment.
When Tieya arrived at the camp with a group of subordinates, he found that only the wolves and goblins were left. Upon inquiry, he learned that the jackal men and goblins had left, and he cursed repeatedly, having no choice but to lead his followers into the forest. The wolves were no match for the adventurers; it was better to engage in guerrilla warfare than to fight head-on.
Before arriving at the camp, Tieya had already, under the guidance of a wolf leader, surrounded the local boss - the spider-headed spider. Soon after, he left with a satisfied group of subordinates, knowing who had started the fire. At the same time, his men brought back a dying tiger and two children; it was said that a leopard had escaped.