Two hours later, Yang Yi approached the middle of the spindle-shaped island.
He was still about a kilometer from the damaged giant ship on the island.
Here, he found extensive traces of battle.
The ground was covered with churned-up dirt and flattened weeds. Even several trees had been snapped!
Although these trees were only as thick as a wrist, snapping them would not have been easy.
He also found some damaged weapons on the ground, but none were worth salvaging.
They included two broken swords, a shield with a hole in it, and a snapped sickle.
In a nearby clearing, a large number of damaged arrows had even been piled up, apparently collected after the battle.
"Someone cleaned up the battlefield?" Yang Yi frowned.
As far as he was concerned, only players would do something like that.
And they would only have had the chance if they had defeated the werewolves.
Three pits on the outskirts further supported this view.
These pits were about half a meter deep, each just large enough to bury a person.
It looked as though the bodies had been buried, then something had dug them up and stolen them.
Yang Yi carefully examined the marks. They looked as though they had been dug with hands or claws.
So the culprits must undoubtedly have been the half-werewolves.
They had keen noses and ate carrion. They would not pass up corpses buried just beneath the surface.
After examining the traces left on the battlefield, Yang Yi was convinced that this group of players had probably defeated the werewolves.
Afterward, they had cleaned up the battlefield and buried their companions' bodies.
Then, after contracting Feral Wolf Disease, some of the players had turned into half-werewolves.
"But where are the werewolves' bodies?
Surely they weren't like Su Na,