Chi Yan's flames were the first to sweep up, not attacking directly but sealing off the space where the Werewolf Leader might dodge.

Leng Ningxue's frost spread almost simultaneously, further restricting its movement.

Qingniao's arrows and Yu Nian's energy orbs were ready.

The Werewolf Leader, unusually, closed his eyes without any resistance, seemingly resigned to his fate.

In the next instant, Bai Cheng's figure appeared beside him like a ghost, her pitch-black Scythe tracing a cold and decisive arc.

There was no world-shaking collision, only the slight muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh and bone.

The Werewolf Leader's tall body stiffened for a moment, then slowly toppled forward, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.