Chapter 698: Chapter 304: Silver Moon God "Found him! He’s hiding behind this tree!" The burly werewolf roared, his voice deep and powerful, echoing through the air like thunder. The other werewolves immediately tensed up and started closing in on their hiding spot. "I’ll block them." Lank said anxiously. In the next instant, his body expanded, activating his Ox Race bloodline. Then David saw a series of blood patterns emerge on Lank’s body, containing complex energy waves. Lank’s body instantly became larger, his muscles bulging, seemingly endlessly fueled by power. David watched all this, surprise written on his face. This world’s Fur Race indeed cultivated a completely different system. They can harness their bloodline power to manifest on their body as blood patterns containing strange rules. This is the Fur Race’s unique fighting style; every member has their own blood pattern mark, a symbol of power passed down through generations, able to enhance abilities and grant special skills. "Quick, hide somewhere before they find you!" Lank whispered urgently, leaping towards the burly werewolf. With his roar, a strong stream of air tore the surrounding air, shaking several trees. The burly werewolf also charged at Lank without fear, his sharp claws glinting coldly. The instant they collided, it was as deafening as clashing thunder. Nearby creatures fled, while David remained calm, secretly observing the impending battle from behind the tree. "Do you think this can stop me?" The burly werewolf roared, engaging in fierce combat with Lank. They attacked each other at incredible speed, each punch hurling a gale, each tear bursting with a ferocious and ear-piercing ripping sound. Lank utilized his wild yet agile posture, constantly evading the werewolf’s attacks, while seeking opportunities to counterattack. He knew he couldn’t fight them head-on, as it would only lead to crisis. He exerted a leap, circling to the werewolf’s back, and delivered a full-force punch to the werewolf’s shoulder. "Wow!" The burly werewolf staggered a step backward but quickly reacted, turning to pounce again. Meanwhile, several other werewolves began moving closer, intensifying the tension. "Quick, they’re about to surround us!" Lank was extremely anxious, seeing more and more werewolves gathering towards them. If they didn’t find a solution soon, they would be overwhelmed by the vast numbers! David closed his eyes, activating the Nine-tailed Fox’s power. He closed his eyes, connecting his consciousness to the surrounding nature, letting the moonlight cast down like a curtain of light, making everything around him distinctly visible. "Mental Barrier." He shouted loudly, drawing a complex and elegant symbol in the air with both hands. As his spell rang out, a silver radiance instantly spread, adorning the surroundings into a dazzling starry river. The approaching werewolves were bewildered by the sudden brilliance, squinting and halting their advance. "What’s this?" One of the werewolves asked fearfully under his breath, instinctively stepping back. Yet the burly werewolf and his companions roared, charging up, equally activating the blood pattern power within them. As the battle horn sounded, the burly werewolf roared, raising his arms high. An ancient and profound New Moon Rune emanated from his palm, reflecting a fierce and mighty aura instantly. He launched the rune fiercely ahead, causing the air to shake incessantly, as if a storm was rushing forth. The other werewolves, under his lead, unleashed their blood pattern powers. Some transformed into swift little wolves pouncing ahead, while others enhanced their speed and agility, dashing through the forest like the wind. "We must stand our ground!" Lank reacted swiftly, drawing a bow and arrow from behind, pulling the string forcefully, while employing some ancient technique to coat the arrow with a layer of silver energy. "Go, my little arrow! Pierce them!" Accompanied by a sharp and distant whistling sound, the energy-filled arrow shot straight at the foremost werewolf, enveloped in silver energy, like a meteor streaking across the night sky. However, just as it was about to hit, the small wolf suddenly sidestepped and rolled, dodging with incredible speed, while a larger wolf beside it seized the chance to pounce at Lank! Seeing this, David no longer hesitated. He activated the power within his Nine-tailed Fox bloodline, swiftly moving his arms in the air, a silver phantom flickering forth. Meanwhile, he emitted a low chant unique to the Nine-tailed Fox. This is a technique that can confuse enemies, enhance self-protection, and conceal one’s presence. "Phantom Trace!" In the moment he cast the skill, countless transparent humanoid phantoms shimmering with faint silver light began manifesting around him, each feeling incredibly real. This confused the charging werewolves, unsure of which target to attack. Meanwhile, David slightly moved to a distant position, seeking a better spot for counterattack. "Let’s go!" Lank shouted, pulling David along through the forest amidst the chaos. The sounds of roars and battle echoed nearby, and the two quickly ran along the path between dense trees. During this process, David tried to maintain concentrated awareness, constantly activating Illusion Realm power to fend off the chasing wolf pack. Whenever the wolf pack attempted to approach, there was always a light to stop them, preventing them from forming an encirclement. "Well done, you did a great job! Keep it up and don’t stop!" Seeing his young partner’s extraordinary strength and courage in battle, Lank felt invigorated. But as time passed, they gradually realized the wolves were now outnumbering them, and the surrounding environment became increasingly urgent. From not far away, more howls sounded, as other hunters began joining the fray! Suddenly, an unexpected situation arose; the tall leader, who had been observing the battle without participating, appeared. His eyes coldly scrutinized everything, possibly seeking the opportunity for a full attack on the two, "Capture them! Avenge the king!" With the leader’s words, the crowd, already hesitant, was instantly spurred into action, charging at the duo like beasts. "We can’t delay anymore! Follow me!" Lank decided to take the initiative in attacking, seeking a breakthrough to escape. "I’ll handle this." David said, intending to act. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the surrounding natural aura and the power of the moonlight. As his mind focused, his Nine-tailed Fox bloodline’s power began to surge, the warm and familiar force flowing within him. Next, he drew a complex and elegant symbol in the air with both hands, instantly causing the energy in the surrounding air to surge. A brilliant silver light swept out like a tide, enveloping everything around. Those wolves charging at them appeared blurry in the light, as if stepping into an Illusion Realm. "Phantom Dance!" David shouted, his body emitting fluctuating silver radiance, producing countless phantoms instantly. These phantoms displayed various postures, some tall and imposing, some nimble and agile, perplexing the werewolves. The werewolves started lunging wildly in all directions, but whenever they got close, they were confused by these ethereal figures shimmering with faint light. Numerous similar yet genuine humanoids made it difficult for them to determine the target. At this moment, the wolf pack fell into chaos, colliding and tumbling amidst howls and panic, losing direction.