The battle erupted in an instant, continuing the Wolf Fang Regiment's signature style of catching their enemies off guard. They opened with their strongest offensive, battering the mutants until they could barely defend themselves. Several groups of mutant corpses soon lay strewn across the road, blood hissing from their bodies and filling the night with a terrifying atmosphere.
Chu Han's side was the fiercest. Fighting three against one forced him to deal with everything at once, not daring to let his attention slip in the slightest. The battle axe in his hands brought Chu Han's combat instincts to their peak. Thanks to the sudden ambush, by the time he confronted the three mutants, he had already swiftly sliced a huge gash into one of them.
The three seventh-order mutants were, after all, powerful mutants. After their initial shock, they quickly came to their senses, the sour stench of blood jolting them awake.
"Kill him!" the injured mutant shouted, clutching his endlessly bleeding arm as he retreated behind his two companions.
But how could Chu Han possibly let him go? Having succeeded with one strike, he immediately pressed the advantage. The longer he fought, the more immersed he became. Having gone so long without a proper fight, every warlike instinct in his body had now awakened, boiling into his brain and heart, making him resemble a hungry wolf locked onto its prey.
Whoosh!
With his seventh-order Speed Talent and the physical strength of a seventh-order peak, Chu Han instantly broke through the defenses of the two seventh-order mutants before they could stop him and appeared before the injured mutant.
As he charged forward at high speed, the massive Asura Battle Axe suddenly changed direction, shifting from a horizontal slash into a rising upward strike.
Splat!
The blow pierced the seventh-order mutant's