Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 201:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_4

The duration of the “Fear Spell” was inevitably reduced due to the difference in life levels—it was akin to the penalty for challenging a higher-level enemy in a game.

With the “Tracking the Living” always on, Noland Lee detected the ferocious werewolf immediately.

The life force of this creature was extremely strong, like a red-hot iron seared onto the magical vision of “Tracking the Living”.

Noland took a closer look.

The werewolf was almost 3 meters tall, with bulging muscles, thick fur, and long, sharp claws like short stingers.

With its mouth wide open, it was able to enclose a human head within it.

Its eyes emitted red light, indicating excellent night vision capabilities.

As soon as it approached the teams, it targeted Fars Scott within the group.

Its two arms swung in front of its body, its sharp claws tearing the air as transparent wind blades shot from its fingertips.

Several security team members couldn’t dodge in time, with the wind blades tearing their armor apart, lacerating their flesh, splattering blood, and exposing white bones.

Some even had their necks severed, heads rolling away and blood gushing out.

Screams and cries of pain hit the security team members like a heavy hammer.

Everyone raised their guns and fired, continuously pulling the triggers and emptying their magazines.

its arms in front of its body and curved its waist slightly.

“Awooo!”

its body stood on end, transforming into sharp,

noise. Most of the bullets fell to the ground, while some rebounded back into

harm on the werewolf. Instead, some were injured by

team members, who clutched their ears

corners of their eyes. Their faces turned deathly pale as

carnage reached its peak,

werewolf took advantage of this and leaped toward Fars Scott, covering several

protected by a water membrane and was not afraid

picked up a gun and fired continuously, but it was of

and I desperately need rent money, I wouldn’t have

he retreated in front of the

Fars wasn’t a combat alchemist like Kent, but

pinched the frame of his glasses, lifted the right lens, and revealed his black right

that was about to catch Fars once again

time, everyone

the Empire People in the

at the werewolf with his black right eye,

did

stared at Noland curiously, only to see

*cough cough*… The control effect is weak…

Noland’s voice faded, a howl came from

leaped past the low plants and landed in front of the security