Qianye’s expression was serious, but he had no intention of giving chase. Although he had badly injured the werewolf count, the other party was unexpectedly powerful and had retreated with great decisiveness. He was also very fast. There was a large number of dark race soldiers remaining, and all of them were still capable of fighting. Moreover, there was bound to be a welcoming party in that direction.

Especially that origin machine gun in the werewolf count’s hand, it was a premium item above grade-seven. Qianye wouldn’t meet such a weapon head-on unless he was crazy. He shrugged, somewhat regretful that a large batch of contribution points had escaped right under his nose. This mighty count was surely a famed character in the Evernight world. Killing such a person would net him great rewards, but it also went without saying that his status on the Evernight side was the same.

After confirming that all the enemies had retreated, Qianye walked over to the routed squad and inquired, “Is everyone alright?”

The leader was a man barely in his thirties. His cultivation rank was rank twelve, and his strength was more or less in the same range. The damage to his tattered armor and clothes could hardly conceal the exquisite quality of their make—it...