frightfiction Chapter 337 Li Ju'an vs. the Wolf Pack
Chapter 337 Li Ju'an vs. the Wolf Pack
The Type 56 bayonet, like a sharp arrow cleaving through waves, carried the force of a whirlwind, its tip gleaming with the light of death, thrusting out with lightning speed. The hunter's instinct flowing in his blood made the blue-skinned beast tremble all over, as if facing an abyss.
He suppressed his fear, his violent aura surged, his eyes were bloodshot and fierce, and his gaze was fixed on the green-skinned creature that was leaping into the air towards his head as if it were a dead object.
In an instant, the wolf's abdomen was ripped open in mid-air, a section of its intestines fell out, and its belly was torn apart horizontally. Its internal organs poured out with a dull thud, and a section of intestines hung in mid-air. Crimson blood droplets fell like fine rain, splashing on the edge of his taut eyelids, blurring his vision, but not hindering him in the slightest.
Li Ju'an unleashed all his strength, and a deafening roar ripped through the forest. With that roar, he moved like lightning, sliding out with unstoppable momentum.
The blood grooves on the 56 half-sharp triangular thorns were gushing with the blood of the green-skinned scorpions. The green-skinned scorpions, which were originally ready to pounce on the whole thing, were stunned by the strong smell of blood and the gruesome way the scorpions died.
The scent of the bald wolf's blood fueled their hunger, and they howled incessantly at the cave. However, they were afraid that Li Ju'an would also shoot them.
Li Ju'an ripped open the green skin's abdomen with one blow, then turned and glared fiercely at the pack of wolves that were surrounding him.
The wolf's eyes howled urgingly, one howl after another.
The alpha wolf's eyes were sharp, like a sword under the cold moon, fixed on the hunter. A deep and powerful howl broke the silence, a command to attack that chilled the pack but also ignited their spirit of unity and fearlessness.
Twenty-odd green wolves moved slowly under the cover of the bushes, changing formations like ghosts in the night, trying to find a weakness in Li Ju'an's defense.
The wolf pack did not choose to retreat, nor did it rashly launch a full-scale attack. Instead, it adopted a more cunning strategy of continuous and subtle harassment.
Beside them, the tiger and the white mastiff staggered, their bodies bearing the marks of battle, crisscrossed with wounds. The black tiger, in particular, was in the worst condition; its massive body lay limply on the ground, its belly pressed against the dust, surrounded by patches of blood. The black tiger could only barely use the ground for support to protect its already battered abdomen.
The exhausted Black Tiger could only rely on the ground to protect its belly and block more attacks from the Greenskins.
Li Ju'an freed up his hands, quickly pulled out the shotgun from his back, bent the butt of the gun downwards with his right hand, pinched the empty bullet casings out with his thumb and forefinger, then loaded all the bullets he had in his palm into the chamber, and finally snapped the gun shut with a crisp "click".
He cocked the bullet, filled the shotgun with ammunition, and fired a shot at the green-skinned guy in front of Black Tiger.
boom!
The intense clanging of fire splattered blood everywhere.
The green-skinned wolf, its entire attention focused on the black tiger's attack, was greedily eyeing the tiger as it prepared to charge again, determined to bite the hound's neck off. But unexpectedly, the hunter fired a shot at the wolf's head.
The bullet went in through the small hole and came out through the big one. A bowl-sized hole was pierced through the back of the stubble's head. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out, staining the ground.
Within minutes, three green-skinned bastards fell down.
Li Ju'an gripped the shotgun, closed it, and fired another shot at the face.
boom!
With this shot, he hit the shrew in the stomach of the one tearing at the front of the small cannon, and the bullet passed through his chest. The bullet then grazed the ear of the shrew fighting with the big tiger behind him.
Another wounded green-skinned dog retreated, trying to escape from Little Cannon's sight. But Little Cannon, his eyes bloodshot, wasn't about to let such an opportunity pass. Little Cannon, Chicken Butt, and Fortune were all from the same litter; as Little Cannon gave chase, the other two mixed-breed wolfhounds joined in, tearing at the green-skinned dog's anus.
Chicken Butt loves to eat its own rear end, whether it's a free-range chicken or the adorable, silly Half-Jin's. Every day, it pesters Song Lanhua for a taste of its own chicken butt, spending its days squatting by the stove wagging its tail, its eyes fixed on the edge of the pot, drool practically dripping onto the ground. It does nothing productive, so it's become quite plump and strong. Its body is even half a size bigger than its mother, Iron Hammer.
The heavy chicken's rear end bit down on the green-skinned dog's anus. The weight of the chicken felt like a small mountain pressing down on it, causing the green-skinned dog's head to tilt back involuntarily. Its limbs kicked wildly on the ground as it tore at the chicken's anus with such force that it pulled out a section of the chicken's intestines.
When had the green-skinned cat ever suffered such a humiliation? It was in excruciating pain, and its mournful howls pierced through the entire forest, echoing in the air, shrill and desperate.
The pain in the anus was real pain; no pain could compare to that. I turned my head and bit the neck of the chicken's rear end, trying to force it to open its mouth.
Little Cannon and Fa Cai, seeing that Chicken Butt had lured its prey to its nest, rushed over and began a frenzied attack. Before the green-skinned dog could even save its rear end, it collapsed under the furious mauling of the three mixed-breed wolfhounds, its body covered in wounds, its skin torn and flesh ripped open, not a single good hair to be found.
Seeing that the three-headed wolfhound had gained the upper hand, Li Ju'an turned his gun on the tiger and the white mastiff.
Big Tiger, White Mastiff, and three cunning green stags were locked in a fierce battle. White Mastiff, a massive creature whose body was half a size larger than an ordinary green stag, had become the target of the three wolves' combined fire. It was covered in a thick layer of long fur, a natural armor that, to some extent, protected it from attacks coming from all directions.
However, the three cunning wolves had a clear division of labor: one stared viciously at the white mastiff's throat, intending to kill it with a single blow; the other two bit down hard on its spine, trying to tear apart this powerful defense. Though the white mastiff was brave, it could not withstand such a cunning attack. Its once snow-white fur was now stained with blood, mercilessly torn off, a sight that was both horrifying and heartbreaking.
Big Tiger is experienced in fighting wild boars and also in fighting green-skinned wolves. Relying on the white mastiff as the main attraction, he harassed the three wolves that were frantically pouncing on the white mastiff.
Knowing that it would be difficult to win alone, it cooperated tacitly with the mastiff, covering for each other, trying to break this seemingly unsolvable deadlock. However, the three green-skinned wolves were too fierce in their attacks. They seemed tireless, and every attack was precise and deadly, making the tiger and the white mastiff's joint efforts seem inadequate, and their strength slowly ran out.
On this land stained with blood, every breath of the tiger and the white mastiff seemed exceptionally heavy.
The three-headed wolf couldn't take down the white mastiff, and it also found the tiger too annoying. Although it wasn't very big, it was very agile and strong, and it was also very dog-like.
Seeing that it couldn't take down the white mastiff anytime soon, the three-headed wolf took a chance and attacked the big tiger that was harassing it.