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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the high commander of these thousands, along with fifty mid–level leaders and

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the werewolf army, the majority had relocated to several key cities within Aro,

rest return

go alone, Aguilar and the

of hope for the survivors in Saint

of him

be too risky for you to go

just see me

“Yes, yes, we

Gilmore had demonstrated against the five thousand

I can do, then

if I can’t handle all the werewolves in the den, I should

etched with concern, finally eased a bit

along with the other werewolf leaders, and said, “We’re heading

and a dome of light immediately enveloped him and the

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

almost impregnable ring of peaks, lay

enter.

natural wonder was nearly three hundred feet wide–a gaping maw leading into impenetrable

any wildlife, like a land touched by

This area,

this abyss, Gilmore beheld the werewolves‘ den

at your den. You can go back and tell your sub–chief to come out and meet me. I’ll be waiting outside,” Gilmore said, then gestured with a wave of his hand, and the dome of light carried the eight werewolf leaders down into the depths of

was as if they were riding a giant

believe that Gilmore would just let them go back into the

the cavern below, while Gilmore

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hands behind his back, under the night day bathed in moonlight, he looked as dashing as

immortal.

hour after Abul and the other leaders entered the cavern, the stillness was shattered by the sounds of whistling through the air, as if a swarm of werewolves

forth all at once With a cacophony of flapping wings that never seemed to cease, group after group of werewolves took to the sky from the

for

to blanket the sky, congregating above the cliff

this mass of werewolves vacated the cave, a terrifying aun of murderous intent followed, seeping out of the cave

a figure appeared, a 15–foot–tall werewolf with azure wings and a wolf’s head soared

wielding a silver trident several feet long in his right hand, flew

midst of the thousands in the air,

brought a terrifying

trident, was none

mid–level leaders

significantly larger than the common werewolf, they

at Gilmore on the cliff and bellowed like a tolling bell. “Are you the one who defeated my nine mid–level leaders and led to the demise of my five

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

“Yes, I’m the one who led to the downfall of your five thousand werewolves. Are you the

already gleaned clear information about their sub–chief

a century–old werewolf with the strength of a Cultivation Emperor beginner, at formidable

werewolf hierarchy, naturally, he

at Gilmore perched upon the cliff, noted Gilmore’s words that carried not

status.

him, pressing down on Gilmore like