"Ah——"

Grey Eagle let out a distorted scream, only feeling a chill rush from his tailbone straight to the top of his skull.

His right hand released the handle of the dagger as if shocked, rapidly retreating and falling into the muddy water.

He knew that this former subordinate in front of him had completely turned into a bloodthirsty evil ghost crawling out of Hell.

Old Dog paid no attention to Grey Eagle who had fallen to the ground.

It grabbed the three-edged military dagger stuck in the muscle of its back with a reverse grip and pulled it out forcefully.

Tossed it carelessly into the nearby mud, bringing up a string of dark blood beads.

Immediately after, it used all four limbs, like a raging wild beast, and pounced towards the nearest Black Bull and Flying Knife.

"Fight it to the death!"

Black Bull and Flying Knife had nowhere to retreat, could only grit their teeth and raise their weapons to counter.

However, the mutated Old Dog, in terms of strength and speed, had completely surpassed the human range.

Ignoring the blade stabbing into its chest, letting it sink into flesh, its iron-like body crashed directly into Black Bull’s embrace.

Only a "crack" sound was heard, as Black Bull’s right arm, holding the knife, was abruptly broken, with white bone shards piercing through the camouflage uniform.

Old Dog opened its blood-red mouth full of fangs and bit through Black Bull’s throat.

Then, it swung its paw, knocking Flying Knife and his weapon away, crashing heavily into a tree trunk, life or death uncertain.

The intense smell of blood quickly spread across the clearing, creating an utterly tragic scene.

Beside the bushes, some ten meters away from the battlefield.

Ma Donghe stared wide-eyed at the monster madly tearing into his comrades, his Adam’s apple rolling with force:

"Ah Cheng, this thing is so sinister, should we take action?"

Hou Peng also lowered his stance, gripping his dagger tightly, his gaze wary of Old Dog’s movements to prevent it from attacking them.

"What’s the hurry, just watch for now."

Fang Cheng still kept his hands in his training uniform pockets, standing firm like a mountain.

His tone was as calm as watching a beast fight exhibition.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were taken aback by his words.

A few seconds later, Ma Donghe slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened:

"Right, this monster is killing those bastards, why should we worry?"

Having figured this out, the burly man not only became relaxed but even stepped forward a couple of steps, waving his fist to loudly cheer for the monster:

"Go for it! Yes, bite his leg! Tear up those bastards’ offspring!"

Beside a tree stump in the distance.

The crew-cut man and two other police cadets supported each other, seizing the chaotic opportunity to quickly treat their wounds.

They glanced at the bloody one-sided massacre in the center of the clearing, then turned to Fang Cheng and his group watching with cheers, their minds utterly baffled.

Originally thought this fight tonight was sure to be deadly, who could have imagined such a turn of events, with such an unexpected twist, and then another?

"Help! Save me!"

Grey Eagle scrambled backward with hands and feet in the mud, hoarsely crying for help.

Old Dog left the mutilated corpse, turned its twisted head, its pale eyeballs firmly locked onto Grey Eagle.

Then it crouched down, muscles in its hind legs suddenly bulged, leaping high into the air, its black claws aiming straight for Grey Eagle’s throat.

Grey Eagle was scared out of his wits, rolling and crawling as he ran away frantically.

In an instant, he burst out with astonishing speed.

Like a rabbit, he stumbled towards Fang Cheng, shouting with all his might:

"Save me! Only I know the entrance to the ruins! Without me leading the way, you won’t get any of the treasures inside..."

Fang Cheng stood quietly in place, not raising an eyelid, as if he didn’t even hear the enticing terms.

With claws carrying a biting chill wind rushing towards him.

Grey Eagle closed his eyes in despair.

And just as the claws were only half an inch away from his body.

A muffled "bang" sounded suddenly from the mud.

The ground beneath Fang Cheng’s feet exploded into a deep pit.

He himself burst forth like a heavy cannonball fired, splitting the air, instantly spanning a distance of over ten meters.

Instead of drawing his sword, he used his broad shoulder to fiercely crash into Old Dog’s ribcage midair.

Boom!

The two bodies collided in the air with a loud, dull noise like two trucks crashing at full speed.

Old Dog’s massive mutated body suddenly paused in midair.

Then like a baseball hit out of the park, it flew horizontally twenty meters, smashing through several thick branches, landing in the distant dense fog.

Fang Cheng landed, grabbed the back collar of Grey Eagle’s training uniform and tossed him backward like a chick, throwing him at Ma Donghe’s feet.

Grey Eagle rolled twice in the muddy water, panting heavily, still shocked.

His entire body shivered like a sieve, stammering:

"Th-thank you, big brother, for saving me..."

"If you want to live, get far away."

Fang Cheng didn’t look back, coldly spat out.

"Roar——"

A savage roar came from deep within the dense fog.

Old Dog climbed out of the broken branches once again, with a crazed bloodthirst reflected in its pale eyeballs.

Despite having lost its human rationality, its beast instinct allowed it to clearly sense the terrifying strength within the man before it.

With the roar, muscle blocks of purple-black protruded all over its body, tearing through the cloth snippets.

Crash——

Its legs plowed two deep furrows in the ground, like an out-of-control bulldozer, charging towards Fang Cheng again.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed, didn’t retreat but advanced, legs exerting force, facing it head-on.