The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

That red distress signal, like a scorching bloodstain, burned in the sky.

The footprint of unknown origin, the artificial pill in the wolf's stomach, and this extremely abrupt distress signal.

All the clues, when pieced together, point to a chilling conclusion.

In this secret realm, another person has set up a trap, and what they will face is probably not only humans, but also demonic beasts.

"Perhaps they are other students who strayed in by mistake," An Changqing said.

He looked at Long Ao and then at Chen Guan. His tone carried a natural weight, a sense of responsibility befitting a leader, leaving no room for argument.

"We cannot stand idly by."

An Changqing knew very well that something was amiss, but as he said, even if there was only a tiny chance, he didn't want to give up.

What if?

Here it comes, the classic protagonist mentality: knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den.

Changqing's character is what makes him the student council president; he's got a strong sense of responsibility.

Sigh, this personality is a real disadvantage. If he weren't the main character, the consequences probably wouldn't have been much better.

Chen Guan remained silent, gazing at the sky. He naturally supported An Changqing, because he wanted popularity points, and an inexhaustible supply of them.

"Let's go," Chen Guan said. He and An Changqing agreed, and the other two had no reason to refuse.

The four-person team set off again, heading deeper into the valley.

The further in you go, the thicker the fog becomes, and the more pungent the stench of decay in the forest becomes.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings; even the sound of the wind had disappeared.

This all-consuming silence is more chilling and heart-pounding than any wolf howl.

After traveling for about ten minutes, they arrived at a basin.

In the open space in the center of the basin, there was only a charred metal device, which was the launcher of the signal flare.

There are still traces of forced damage on it.

There is no one here.

"We've fallen into their trap." An Changqing's voice was tinged with frustration, but he didn't regret it. If he had to do it again, he would still do it.

Although there's nothing here right now, someone put this device here, so they must have ill intentions.

The moment he finished speaking.

A long, imposing wolf howl echoed from the cliff above the basin, the sound making the mountainside hum.

From all directions, the previously faded eerie green pupils lit up again.

This time, it wasn't just a few dozen pairs of eyes, but hundreds or even thousands.

The surging shadows converged, encircling the entire basin like a cage from which there was no escape.

Each of the Windblade Wolves was a size larger than the ones they had encountered before.

Its fur had a sickly bluish-black color, and on the highest cliff stood a giant wolf.

It is three times the size of a regular windblade wolf, with a shoulder height of nearly two meters.

A single, spiral-shaped, jet-black horn grows from his forehead.

A pair of vertical pupils coldly surveyed the four people in the basin.

Holy crap! We've stirred up a hornet's nest! With that many, they could be drowned by the spit of each of them!

[A D-rank secret realm? You're kidding me! They're treating the main characters like Chizuru Kamishiro all day.]

[As I said before, without any surprises, would it even be considered a main character?]

The comments were still nonsensical, but there was clearly no time to pay attention to them right now.

"Prepare for battle," An Changqing shouted, holding his sword horizontally in front of his chest.

Long Ao's muscle fibers bulged, stretching the blood vessels beneath his skin, and a blazing white light covered his fists as he led the charge against the first wave of wolves.

"I'll use you guys as practice!"

With a flash of light, the one at the front was instantly smashed into a bloody pulp.

Su Yuehe stood inside the circle, lightly tapping her staff, and walls of fire and mud rose around the group, briefly hindering the wolf pack's attack.

Chen Guan made no unnecessary movements. With each swing of his scythe, a black light flashed, bringing up a cloud of blood mist, and the throat of a Windblade Wolf was ripped open.

But there were too many wolves.

Ignoring death, they trampled over the still-warm corpses of their companions, using their flesh and blood to fill the swamp, extinguish the wall of fire, and assault the narrow defensive line formed by the four.

Long Ao's fists were so fast they left afterimages; each punch shattered the bones and destroyed the internal organs of a Windblade Wolf.

But more claws followed, tearing open bloody gashes all over his body.

An Changqing's wooden sword seemed ordinary, but it always managed to deflect fatal attacks from the most tricky angles, though his breathing had begun to become heavy.

The space they had to stand on was being swallowed up inch by inch by the waves of wolves.

The wolf king's golden vertical pupils swirled, finally locking onto the weakest link in the defense line: Su Yuehe.

It let out a silent roar to the sky, and an invisible spiritual shock rippled outwards from it in concentric circles.

Su Yuehe's body swayed violently, and her spellcasting paused for a moment.

It was in that very moment.

The three exceptionally robust Windblade Wolves exerted their strength simultaneously, knocking aside their companions in front of them and pouncing on Su Yuehe from three directions.

Their goal is clear: to break through this barrier.

Chen Guan's brow twitched. Was Su Yuehe some kind of eternal hostage? Why did they always target Su Yuehe first when it came to team-building activities?

Despite his thoughts, he didn't stop moving. He took a step forward, his back standing in front of Su Yuehe like an unbreakable barrier.

He didn't turn around, but simply raised his left hand.

Without any incantation or even a prelude, the space in front of him began to distort.

The air emitted a buzzing sound.

A desolate, destructive realm silently unfolded in a fan shape around him.

Echoes of the Storm.

Countless fine wind blades, invisible to the naked eye, unleashed a silent massacre within that fan-shaped space.

The dozen or so Windblade Wolves at the forefront were instantly dismembered into blood mist in mid-air before they could even howl.

Dark blue fur, shattered bones, and scalding hot entrails—all mixed together in a bloody downpour, cascading down relentlessly.

A fan-shaped vacuum zone was forcibly carved out.

The ground was covered with countless deep, fine scratches, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The entire battlefield fell into a suffocating silence.

All the Windblade Wolves stopped attacking, looking fearfully at the cleared area and the figure standing with a coffin on his back.

In the eyes of the wolves, he was nothing less than a demon god who had walked out of hell.

They are not smart, but they are not stupid either.

Long Ao's fist froze in mid-air, forgetting to retract.

He stared at Chen Guan's retreating figure, his mouth half-open, feeling the lingering tremor of extreme excitement on his fist, unable to utter a single word.

An Changqing lowered his sword as well.

He looked at the wiped-out wolf pack, and for the first time, a look of complete unfamiliarity appeared on his face.

What... kind of power is this?

This undisguised and irrational destructive power was completely beyond his comprehension.

Su Yuehe looked at the coffin, a fleeting feeling of gratitude passing through her eyes.

Next came the investigation; the power we just witnessed was mythological, no doubt about it.

However, Chen Guan possesses more than just one mythological ability.

[What kind of skill is this? Instant kill in an area? My brother Coffin was hiding this well?]

[That was a perfect show of bravado, I give it full marks. One wave of his hand, and an entire area was cleared.]

While Su Yuehe, as a mage, was still casting her spell, our Coffin Brother had already clapped his hands and summoned whatever he called for.

[Just kidding, you don't even need to clap your hands.]

Unlike the frenzy in the bullet comments, Chen Guan's gray energy had already been drained by nearly 30% in one hit, but for this result, it wasn't a loss.