Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

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Zaha, Abul, and the rest werewolf leaders saw the young men with daggers advancing toward them.

The ruthless glint in their eyes sent shivers down the spines of the werewoll leaders.

They were acutely aware of the calamity their kind had brought upon this city.

Now defeated by Gilmore, their cultivation prowess completely neutralized, they knew the people here must be itching to skin them alive to vent their fury.

These werewolf leaders had always seen humans as mere prey, taking lives at will.

But now, they found their destiny in the hands of mankind.

The suffocating proximity of death gripped them with fear.

The young men, with daggers glinting coldly, closed in.

Then, in a near–collapsing voice, the surrender came, “Young master, please don’t kill me. I… I can tell you where our werewolf clin’s den is.”“”

The voice of surrender came from the werewolf leader Karul

Indeed, Karul didn’t want to die–he was the first to surrender.

This caught Abul, Zaha, and the other leaders off guard.

Soon after, as if on cue, they all echoed in unison to Gilmore, “Young master, spare our lives, and we too are willing to divulge the location of our werewolf clan’s den”

Following this, the rest of the werewolf leaders also surrendered one by one, ready to reveal the whereabouts of their den.

Karul had already given in

Even if the others remained silent, Karul would spill the beans.

And if Karul disclosed the location of the werewolf clan’s den and the likes of Zaha kept their lips sealed, Gilmore would surely eliminate Zaha and any other tight–lipped werewolf leaders.

The werewolf leaders, desperate to avoid death, followed Karul’s lead and surrendered to Gilmore.

Gilmore nodded, “Smart move. Otherwise, you’d all be wolf carcasses by now.”

Then he addressed them, “Now, spill the beans. Where is the werewolf den located?”

The eight werewolf leaders, including Karul, didn’t hesitate to reveal the location of their clan’s den.

Eager to survive and gain Gilmore’s trust, they divulged not only the whereabouts of their hideout but also many secrets of

their clan.

From the lips of these leaders, Gilmore learned that the werewolf den was about 125 miles from Saint Light, nestled deep within the Orbus Mountains in a massive cavern.

The den of the werewolves was located in this cavern.

However, this cavern was not the only werewolf den. It

It was just one of many.

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30,000 werewolves, including sub–chief who acted as the high commander of these thousands, along with fifty mid–level leaders and a hundred

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of the werewolf army, the majority had relocated to several

and the rest return to the underground shelter. I’m

Aguilar and the

of hope for the survivors in Saint

fancy the thought of him

risky for you to go there alone?” Aguilar furrowed his

smiled, “What, didn’t you just see me make mincemeat out of

hurriedly nodded, “Yes, yes,

truth, given the strength Gilmore had demonstrated against the five thousand werewolves, there was

can

den, I should be able to look

the others‘ faces, etched with concern, finally

along with the other werewolf leaders, and said, “We’re heading to your werewolf clan’s

anima and a dome of light immediately enveloped him and the eight werewolf

command, the dome, driven by Gilmore’s will, took off, carrying Abul, Zaha, and the

almost impregnable ring of peaks, lay a cavern

enter.

wonder was nearly three hundred feet wide–a

any wildlife, like a land touched by death, keeping

This area,

beheld the werewolves‘ den as described by Abul

be waiting outside,” Gilmore said,

was as if they were riding a giant balloon descending into the cavern’s

let them go back into the cavern

carried the werewolf leaders into the cavern below, while Gilmore himself landed gracefully on a

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his back, under the night day bathed in moonlight, he looked

immortal.

stillness was shattered by the sounds of whistling through the air, as if a swarm of werewolves were bursting

of flapping wings that never seemed to cease, group after group of werewolves took to the sky from the celestial

relentless exodus continued for a good fifteen

had emerged, quickly ascending to blanket the sky, congregating above the

murderous intent followed, seeping out of the cave along with a mass

azure wings and a wolf’s head soared out

a silver trident several feet long in

giant werewolf flew into the midst of the thousands in the air, standing tall above them, holding the trident as if he were a grand demon

brought a

none other than the sub–chief

mid–level leaders

the common werewolf, they seemed almost meager in the

sub–chief, with a piercing gaze, looked down at Gilmore on the cliff and bellowed like a tolling bell. “Are you the one

saying, this sub–chief had been informed by the eight mid–level leaders, now

one who led to the downfall of your five thousand werewolves.

to this place, known as Landen, Gilmore had already gleaned clear information about their sub–chief

named Tyler Skinner, a century–old werewolf with the strength of a Cultivation Emperor beginner,

hierarchy, naturally, he was a

noted Gilmore’s words that carried not a hint of

status.

him,